Page 40 of My Playboy Neighbor

She searched his expression one more time, looking for any sign of the man who'd accused her of exploitation and thrown her out of his life.But all she saw was him—vulnerable, honest, and completely hers.

"Then kiss me," she whispered.

His mouth crashed down on hers with desperate relief, and she tasted the whiskey and coffee on his lips, could feel years of loneliness and fear dissolving into pure need.She melted into him, her hands fisting in his wrinkled shirt as she kissed him back with equal hunger.

This wasn't the controlled dominance of their previous encounters—this was honest desire, two people claiming each other without reservation.

"I love you," he murmured against her lips."I love you so fucking much."

"Show me," she begged, pulling him inside and closing the door behind them."Show me what that means."

What followed was unlike anything they'd shared before.His touch was reverent, worshipful, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her skin.When he undressed her, it was with shaking hands and whispered endearments, his mouth following the path his fingers traced.

"I want you," he said as she stood naked before him, her body flushed with arousal and emotion."You're so special to me, and I'm so sorry I made you doubt that."

She reached for him, her fingers working to remove his clothes with urgent efficiency.When he stood before her equally naked, she took a moment to appreciate the sight—all hard muscle and golden skin, but it was the vulnerability in his eyes that took her breath away.

Before she could reach for him again, he caught her wrists, his touch gentle but commanding."My turn," he said, his voice dropping to that familiar tone of dominance that made her what to give him anything he wanted.

"But I wanted to—"

"I know what you wanted."His hands guided her backward until her legs hit the bed."But I need to show you how sorry I am.I need to worship every inch of you until you understand that you're the most precious thing in my world."

He pressed her back onto the mattress, his body covering hers with protective intensity.This was her Dom—not broken or subservient, but tender in his strength, gentle in his power.

"I've been such a fool," he murmured against her throat, his mouth trailing fire down her skin."I hurt the only person who's ever loved me for who I really am."

His hands moved over her body with reverent skill, relearning every curve, every sensitive spot that made her gasp and arch beneath him.This wasn't about control or dominance—it was about devotion, about a man pouring his heart into every touch.

"Gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing her breast."So perfect.I don't deserve you, but I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to."

She sighed.This was her alpha male laying himself bare, not through submission but through the complete focus of his attention, his need to pleasure her above all else.

When his mouth moved lower, she gasped and tried to pull him back up."You don't have to—"

"I want to," he said."I need to taste you, need to feel you come apart for me.Let me love you the way you deserve."

What followed was the most intense worship she'd ever experienced.He used his mouth and hands with devastating skill, bringing her to the edge again and again before pulling back, until she was writhing beneath him, desperate for release.

"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.

"Tell me you're mine," he murmured against her sensitive flesh."Tell me you'll never leave me again."

"I'm yours," she gasped."Always yours.I'll never leave."

Only then did he give her what she needed, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to send her crashing over the edge.She cried out his name as the orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing with the intensity of it.

Before she could recover, he was moving up her body, positioning himself at her entrance."I love you," he said, his voice shaky with emotion and need."I love you so fucking much."

When he pushed inside her, they both cried out at the intensity of the connection.This wasn't just sex—this was claiming, two souls finding their missing pieces in each other.

He set a rhythm that was both tender and fierce, his movements designed to drive them both toward the edge of ecstasy.She saw him watching her face with wonder, saw the love there in his expression, the acceptance of everything she was and everything she feared to be.

"I love you," he said, his voice breaking."I love you, and I'm never letting you go again."

"Don't," she gasped, her own climax building."Don't let me go.Don't run from this."

"Never," he promised."Never again."

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