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He brushes the hair from my face, cupping my jaw in one of his large, calloused hands. “So fucking magnificent,” he whispers again. “Every single thing about you. Your heart.” He drops a kiss to the center of my chest. “Your mind.” He brushes his lips over my forehead, and I shiver. “Your body.” His eyes darken, and he takes my breast into his mouth while I arch against him. “Your kindness,” he murmurs, against my skin.

“The way you are with Sophie,” he whispers into the shell of my ear. “Your loyalty. Your strength.” He leans up again and shakes his head, his brow furrowed. “You’re so fucking strong, Lane.”

Reaching out, he traces my lower lip with his thumb. “I wish you could see what I see,” he whispers. “Because if you even saw half the woman I do, you’d never doubt your worth a day in your life.”

My eyes fill with tears, until he blurs above me, a living watercolor. A masterpiece.

I open my mouth to speak, but all that escapes is a whimper.

I swallow over the lump in my throat, trying again, saying the only three words I can say at this moment because if I don’t, they might burst from my chest.

“I love you,” I murmur, pulling him flush against me. “I love you, Teagan Nichols.”

His eyes widen, his breath catching as he stares down at me as if afraid I might take it back. He blinks, and then his eyes soften. “I love you more.”

He drops his mouth to mine, and I push his boxer briefs off while the crinkling of foil fills my ears.

Anticipation balloons in my chest as the weight of his body lessens for a moment, never breaking contact with his mouth aswe kiss, before he lowers himself once more and I arch against him.

His hands find my body, exploring, touching me everywhere before he chases each caress of his calloused hand with his mouth.

My breath fills my ears.

My heart soars.

Hips buck. The pressure inside me yearns for release as he hovers above me, close but not close enough.

Sliding his hands up my arms, he pins them above my head while his hips roll, and I gasp. “You’re mine, Lane Turner.”

I nod, unable to speak through the sensations rippling through me and the glorious pressure of his hips.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re mine.”

His mouth finds my neck, his breath hot and his tongue even hotter as he tastes me inch by inch, scraping his teeth over my skin as he reaches my breasts.

“I’m . . .” I trail off, shaking my head. I can’t think let alone speak.

I don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying as his free hand slides between us and my eyes flutter closed. Sensation consumes me as his fingers find their target.

“Say it,” he says again, tone husky.

My thighs clench. “I’m . . . I’m yours,” I choke out.

Every single part of me belongs to this man and him to me.

He lifts his head, approval in his hooded eyes. “Good girl,” he growls as he rocks against me, hand still firmly in place, still torturing and teasing.

I cry out and he presses his palm to my mouth, stifling the sound.

And just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pushes into me and takes me over the edge.

Chapter 36

TEAGAN

The sound of theshower switching on in the other room coaxes a smile out of me.

It’s late, half past one in the morning, and I’m probably a glutton for punishment because I only have about four and half hours until I need to be up for conditioning.

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