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She would always be his fantasy.

He was lost then, in her body, in her sighs, in her nails digging into his back. He wrenched his mouth from hers and pressed his face to her neck. His orgasm rushed up over him, blinding him, making him feel like he was losing his grip. On his surroundings, on the world. So all he could do was cling to Sam.

She dug her nails deeper into his back, the pain a sharp spike of reality amid the pleasure, helping him stay standing as he emptied himself into her body, his thighs shaking, his whole body shaking.

It wasn’t until he came back to himself that he realized he was biting her neck. Not hard. Just a little. But still. He moved away from her, examining the little mark he’d left there.

He brushed the back of his knuckle over the indents, regret slugging him in the gut. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing her over her delicate, marred skin.

“Mmm.” She tilted her head and kissed his cheek. “Don’t apologize.”

“I hurt you,” he said, lifting his head and looking into her eyes.

“A little. But it was the fun kind. And no guy has ever gotten so into it with me before. You make me feel...different.” She smiled, sweet and sleepy. “And the orgasms are pretty rad too.”

“Rad?”

“Yeah.” Her smile widened. “Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” Hell, he was just glad he was in a position to give her orgasms. He wasn’t going to argue with her choice of outdated nineties slang when expressing her enjoyment of them.

“Good.” She smacked his butt and wiggled out of his hold as she stepped out of the shower.

He turned the water off and followed her out into the cold air. She was drying off and it should not be as hot as it was. He was sure he’d seen women dry off after a shower. He was sure he’d had sex in the shower before.

He just couldn’t remember very clearly. Not because there had been so many or anything, just because...every other woman seemed indistinct in his memory now. Every other time seemed indistinct. Samantha was the definition of sexy to him. His life’s sexiest moments were now made up of encounters that had happened with her, and all in the past couple of days.

“Baby, I could watch you do that...for another ten seconds and then I would jump you again,” he said.

She smiled at him, hot and tempting. “Already?”

“You said no man had ever been like this with you, which proves what I already knew: you have dated assholes. But it also means that I have to tell you I’ve never been this way with any other woman. Ever.”

Her cheeks turned pink and she tugged the towel up over her breasts. Funny what made her blush. And what didn’t.

“That’s nice of you to say. But you don’t have to say it.”

“I do. Because it’s true. Because you’re different. Because I bit you. I’ve never bitten a woman in my life.”

“If you were Poppy, I would have smacked you with a newspaper.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

She let out a long breath and hugged the towel closer to her body. She looked smaller for a moment. Unsure. And he wanted to grab her and pull her into his arms. He wanted to reassure her. But he didn’t know if she wanted him to. He didn’t know what was allowed in this little scenario of hers.

And he didn’t want to push her too far. Not yet. Too much pushing and she would scurry off into those metaphorical woods without him and he wouldn’t have the chance to make his case for forever.

His chest suddenly felt tight. Was that what he wanted? Forever? With her and Poppy in his house, screwing shit up and leaving hair and footprints everywhere?

Yes. Yes it was.

He’d spent most of his adult life protecting his space and his organization, prizing it above all else.

And it hit him then that if he kept on doing that, he wasn’t any better than his mother. Loving his things more than he loved people. Of course, he was into neat and clean rather than piles of trash. But it was the same idea.

If he took on Sam, he had to let her in. Really. He had to let her have an equal share. He had to give up control.

And in that same moment, he realized he would give up anything, even a clean floor, for her. He would let her damned dog on the couch. He would let the damned dog in his bed. As long as Sam was there too.

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