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His gray eyes darken as he looks down at me. “I love you, Katie,” he tells me over and over again, and each time is punctuated with a kiss on various parts of my body.

My heart fills a little more with love for this special man.

Yawning, I stretch my arms wide and hit a solid wall of muscle. My eyes spring open, and I blink several times, a smile spreading across my mouth so wide my cheeks ache. He’s still here.

This has been our first whole night together. I wouldn’t mind waking up every morning to the sight of Drew lying beside me on his back, buck naked except for the white sheet tented across his hips.

Drew’s lean, muscled body has the unique ability to turn me into a simpering, needy, hot mess. A bit like I am now.

I look across the room at the clothes strewn on the floor from the bag I half packed yesterday in a panic. Normally, I’m a very neat person, but today, I don’t care. I’m in love. And I can think of love without having a complete freak-out.

Today, I can even say that to Drew, and he will probably say the same back to me.

Beside me, the sexy man who loves me lifts one arm, dropping it across his head and displaying his sculpted triceps. My fingers itch to dive into the warm flesh or climb in underneath and snuggle. I can’t resist, and just like I’ve dipped a spoon into a tub of Ben & Jerry’s, I lean over and lick.

A groan of pleasure rumbles from the body my tongue is loving on. I smile into the warm skin of his side.

“Good morning,” I murmur before turning the licks into soft, fluttery kisses. He wriggles and releases a laugh that borders on a giggle.

I lift up onto my elbow and grin down at him. “Mr. Campbell … are you ticklish, by any chance?”

He peeks at me with one eye, his arm still bent over the other one. “Maybe?” he admits in a low voice. He sounds nervous. I run my hand gently over the area I was just kissing.

I laugh. “Really? The big, tough SAS dude turned author is ticklish? I love that you have a regular weakness, an Achilles’ heel.”

He moves to turn onto his side to face me, and the sheet slips from his hips, giving me a full view of his naked body. Everywhere is hard, delicious muscle. And I mean everywhere.

“Aye, I’m a regular guy with weaknesses.” He nuzzles into my neck for a kiss, and my shoulder hitches with the shot of pleasure it triggers through my body. He lifts his head and grins at me. “Have I mentioned I have another weakness? You.”

I roll my eyes. “And it seems a weakness for cheesy lines,” I joke.

“Come on, you love my cheesy lines. I can tell. You get goose bumps on your arms and your nipples.” He trails a finger up my arm and across my shoulders before going lower to brush across one pebbled nipple, then the other. He owns my body’s reaction to his touch.

“I like how responsive you are to me,” he says, almost like he could read my thoughts.

I return to stroking his body, my hand moving lower until I trail my index finger along the length of his shaft.

His cock visibly thickens. “Now who’s responsive to touch?”

“Aye, my love. I prefer your hand on my cock to mine. It’s been a long six months of jerking off in the shower.”

“Poor you. But it was the same for me. I’ve only had my magic wand for company. It’s not the same as your hand or tongue.”

The hand slowly stroking across my breasts stops. “What is a magic wand?”

I can feel my cheeks heating up under his penetrating gaze. “My vibrator.”

“All right. Did you think about me when you were getting off?”

I nod. I can’t say the words as my face is already flooded with embarrassment. I’ve never thought I was shy about sex, but then I’ve never talked to a guy about using my vibrator. I’m uncomfortable but Drew obviously isn’t. He looks like he wants to ask more, so I distract him by encircling his cock completely in my hand and pumping up and down.

It works. His hand moves to my body. There is no more speaking, just a lot of doing over the next hour.

Later, when we’re showered and dressed for the day, we grab coffee to go from a nearby café and wander in the direction of the castle. It’s a little chilly today, but I barely notice with my hand tucked into the crook of Drew’s elbow. It’s kind of romantic, and that alone is enough to warm me from the inside out.

“Will you tell me more about yourself?” Drew asks, and I’m surprised by the question.

I turn my head, wanting to see his face, wondering where this is going. “What would you like to know?”