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“Kovan—”
“Don’t,” I say quickly. “Don’t overthink it. Let’s just take this one day at a time.”
She nods, but I can see the questions in her eyes. The same questions that are tearing through my own mind.
What happens when this is over? When I get custody of Luka and she goes back to her life? Can I really let her walk away?
More importantly—should I?
I pull her closer, breathing in the scent of her hair. For now, she’s here. In my arms. Safe.
Everything else can wait until tomorrow.
“Get some sleep,” I murmur against her temple.
“Will you stay?”
The vulnerability in the question breaks my heart. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”
At least for tonight.
52
VESPER
My body feels like it’s been hit by a freight train.
Four. Hours. That’s how long it’s been since we woke up and started again. We’ve been at this for four solid hours, and I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to form coherent thoughts that don’t involve Kovan’s hands on my skin or his tongue between my legs.
My thighs are shaking. My heart won’t stop racing. And I’m definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow, but I can’t bring myself to care.
Because this—whatever this was—has completely rewired my understanding of what sex can be.
I’ve gone years without sex, without any kind of serious intimacy—and then suddenly, in one night, I’m indulging like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have.
I roll off him, my legs wobbling as I stretch out beside him on the rumpled sheets. The soreness settling into my bones feels earned. Deserved, even.
He was not wrong—the man knows his way around a woman’s body. Every time I think I’m done, he manages to coax another toe-curling orgasm out of me.
He eats me out in every imaginable way. He takes me in a dozen different positions, against a dozen different surfaces. He lords his attention over me until he does fulfill his promise: Some time around my fifth orgasm, I do forget about Jeremy Fleming and Carmen Monroe.
Hell, I forget my own damn name.
He’s gotten so deep inside me that it’s rewiring everything—physical, emotional, spiritual. I’m not sure any man has ever been that deep. I’m not sure I’ve everwantedto have a man that deep.
But with Kovan, all the things I thought I’d be uncomfortable with cease to matter the moment he touches me.
“God, I’m glad I don’t have to show up to work tomorrow.” My eyes bulge as soon as I hear what I just said. “Jesus. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever felt that way.”
Kovan’s laugh is rough, satisfied. “I’m not surprised. That’s how most women feel after a night with me.”
I grab the nearest pillow and launch it at his smug face. “Can we not talk about all the women you’ve slept with before me?”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous already.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m just not interested in picking up some horrific STD from one of the—” I break off, a gasp swallowing the rest of my words. “Oh my God! We didn’t use protection! Jumping off the bed, I run my hands through my hair. “And I’m not on the pill.”
The color drains from his face. “What?”
