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“You,” I say, restraining myself as I pull out, “are perfect.” I kiss her shoulder as I slide in again, her body lifting as I fill her completely.

“Hopper!” she cries.

I pull her hair off her neck as I thrust again. “Perfect.” I kiss her neck, lowering my other hand to her stomach. I press my palm across her front, across the strongest, mostbeautiful part of her. “You’re fuckingeverything,Chris. Everything.”

She grinds down onto me, guiding the pace so we’re clapping against each other, our slick, wet skin gliding and making obscene noises that I know I’m going to think about for years.

She comes. She comes so hard I can feel her gripping me. And I come so very,veryclose. But I don’t want to yet. I don’t want this to end.

I move to slide out of her, though, because I’m not going to keep going if she’s done. When I do, she turns around.

“Again,” she says, her expression wild, her lips swollen and as pink as her beautiful pebbled nipples.

I let out a low sound I didn’t know I could make. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I press her up against the back of the tub, kneeling between her legs. “I want everything with you, Chris. I want to take you in every way I can.”

“Then maybe you should.”

I grit my teeth at the challenge, entering her again. “Like this?”

Her back slides up the slick tub. “Yes,” she breathes. “And other ways.”

“Fuck, Chris,” I say, my orgasm building fast.

“I’m not delicate,” she says as I gently grip her hips. “Give me more.”

She’s teasing me. Testing me. Desire makes me nearly blind. “You sure?” I ask. “Because I could be a fucking animal right now.”

“Then be one,” she challenges.

So I do. I hoist her leg up over my shoulder and slide in deeper. I fuck her so hard her arms flail, gripping at me, scratching me, begging me for more even as I explode inside her.

Even though I ascended to a higher plane fucking Chris in the tub, an hour later, I’m lost in the fucking cosmos. We tangle ourselves in her sheets, which we drag from her room to the floor in front of the fire. I make her come so many times she tells me she’s not going to be able to come again for a full business year.

But she does. For me.

By the time we look at a clock, I’m shocked to see it’s eleven.

“Hungry?” I whisper as I kiss my way down her chest, her breasts, her beautiful stomach.

“Yes,” she says. “For everything.”

Chapter 32

Chris

Turns out Hopper’s a half-decent cook. Okay, more than half decent, at least as far as omelets go.

“Damn, Duke,” I say over a mouthful of egg and gooey cheese.

But really, I’m glad to have something to keep me occupied now that we’re out of bed. Because the reality of what just happened hasn’t stopped pummeling me since we pulled on some semblance of clothing. Hopper told me he loved me. He saw all of me, and he loves me. My heart is so vulnerable, so tender. Every time I look at him, I feel like I’m going to burn up like a supernova.

The truth is, I may have revealed all of myself to Hopper, but I’m still holding one thing back, from him and even from me. It’s the truth about how I feel. This person who’s shown himself to be everything I never dared to dream of all those years I knew I had no one in this world. I’m clinging to it because I think if I admit to myself that I feel thesame way, I might lose all grip on reality. Because the truth is, I know in my heart that I trust him completely. And his love feels like all the love I never got before, all at once. It’s so much, I can hardly breathe.

Hopper gives me a grin over his shoulder as he uncorks the wine, and I bring myself back to earth.

This wine wasn’t in my house, but somehow magically showed up on my doorstep sometime during the time we were…occupied.

“You didn’t get Cindi to come out here after hours, did you?” I ask.

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