And it had.
By the time he had entered, she had been delirious with desire, begging breathlessly for him to make love to her; she’d been a she-cat, clawing his back and nipping his
shoulders. And when they had finally come together, she had cried out his name and he had continued to move
inside of her, taking them to heights of profound pleasure.
He loved her, he thought in wonder, as he leaned down and murmured her name against her cheek. “Mind if I stay the night?”
He felt her smile against his lips. “Umm, I would be highly disappointed if you didn’t,” she said softly.
He chuckled. “In that case, I’ll stay.” He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her, needing the taste of her again.
Moments later, he slowly pulled back and flicked his gaze over her features. Heat immediately surged through his
groin. If he didn’t get out bed, he would be making love to her all over again, and she needed her rest.
“I’ll turn off the lights,” he whispered.
“All right, but hurry back.”
He grinned as he eased out of bed and slipped into his jeans. And just think he’d assumed that she needed her rest. He glanced at the huge plant that sat in the corner. It
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