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The earlier twinge in my chest dissipated and I smiled up at him. “Oh, really?”

He grinned and kissed me long and deep, and I felt his shaft grow hard against my hip. When he pulled away, I sucked in a breath and smiled a little dopily.

“Now,” he started, spanking my ass cheek again. I yelped and he grinned. “Get on your hands and knees, Angel. And grip the headboard.”

Oh, yes.

Chapter Twelve

Flynn

I couldn’t fight the constant smile tugging at my lips this morning, and I knew it had everything to do with the woman currently unconscious in my bed.

Who knew Chiara would be such a firecracker? I didn’t even thinksheknew what she liked in bed until now. Maybe she’d lived too much of a vanilla lifestyle until now. All I knew was that I woke up with a need to stretch her limits and see just how wild she could get.

After waking her up around four-thirty with my head between her thighs, I’d sent her off to sleep with a smile on her face again after a screaming orgasm that left me wanting more. Not wanting to wear her out too much, I’d dressed for a run and left the room to get in my usual exercise. While running, though, I’d decided to put a plan into action. We didn’t have much scheduled for today, and I wanted nothing more than to spend it making my woman come again and again.

After my run, I made a few stops on the way back to the hotel and—cup of coffee in hand—was grinning like an idiot the entire elevator ride up. Fuck, I felt good. I considered why and frowned. Was it the mind-blowing sex I’d been having all night, or was it the woman I was doing it with? I wanted to believe it was just the sex—it would make it easier when we parted ways—but a small part of me knew it was Ara that had this effect on me.

You’re not good for her.

That dark little voice whispered to me again, and I hated how thetruth of it still felt valid. I’d tried to turn my life around since joining the Army. I’d worked hard at my job. I’d become a Ranger and that wasnotan easy feat. I’d done my duty, and I’d done it well. I’d created life-long bonds that survived literal warzones, and I had done something with myself when I came home. I’d pursued my passion, I made people happy, and every now and then I pretended to be someone I wasn’t to help those in a tricky situation. I wasn’t a bad person, and I’d learned a lot of self-control over the years, so I didn’t go flying off the handles every time someone pissed me off.

But deep down, I still didn’t feel like I was good enough to be with anyone, much less someone as amazing as Ara.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and I shook my head to alleviate my melancholy mood. I wasn’t with her for forever. This thing we were doing was just for the duration of our stay here, and I was going to enjoy every moment of it. More than that, I was going to make sure Ara enjoyed every moment of it.

With that thought in mind, I made my way down the hallway and quietly opened the bedroom door. Silence greeted me, telling me she was still in bed. I stopped when the bed came into view and leaned my shoulder against the wall, taking a moment to look at her.

She’d clung to me most of the night as she had that first night, and I hadn’t minded one bit. Now, she had both arms and legs wrapped around a pillow, squeezing the damn thing so tight I worried she’d burst it open.

Grinning, I pushed off from the wall and sat on the edge of the bed, placing the cup of coffee on the bedside table before leaning over to brush her long dark hair from her face. She’d always been good-looking, but the years had definitely been kind to her and turned her into a real beauty.

Her face twitched and I smiled as I traced my fingers down the bridge of her nose. She grunted and swiped haphazardly as iftrying to shoo a fly. Chuckling quietly, I did it again and her forehead creased in a frown.

“Why do you hate me?” she croaked.

“I don’t hate you,” I defended softly, smiling at the way her face screwed up in an adorable frown.

“Then why are you waking me up?” she mumbled grumpily.

I laughed again. “You didn’t seem to mind the way I woke you up before.”

She cracked an eye open, interest shining brightly in her dove gray eyes. I grinned and she slowly blinked open both eyes. “Is that what you’re doing now? Because it definitely doesn’t feel as great.”

Grinning, I leaned in to kiss her, and I ignored the way my heart seemed to thump a little bit harder when she kissed me back. When I finally pulled back several long moments later, she sighed and appeared much more awake.

“Okay, that’s better,” she decided.

“Come on, you need to get up.”

She groaned. “Why?”

“Because I have a surprise for you, and you can’t have it until you’re dressed and ready.”

“You could have at least woken me with coffee,” she pouted.

I raised an eyebrow and brought the to-go cup of coffee into her line of sight. “Like this?”

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