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I meant what I said. I’m completely ready for him.

And yet I still shudder at the invasion. My skin stretches. My knees are pulled up and apart as far as they’ll go.

Cale moves cautiously at first, giving me time to adapt. His big hands are holding him up to avoid crushing me with his weight. He sets the pace and the rhythm starts to send me higher. His thick arms form a muscled cage around my body. Even in the midst of spiraling toward a frenzy, I find the time to admire the flex of his muscles and the raw, sensual power of his body.

There’s not another man alive who could compete with him.

I’d rather savor this moment indefinitely but I’m too close to the brink. It’s been so long since I’ve even been touched and I’ve spent endless hours fantasizing about sex with Cale. Plus I was already massively aroused by our little dinner table game.

Cale’s pace becomes ruthless. I clutch his arms as the inner tremor builds.

I’m going to erupt. And soon.

I might truly scream when the tidal wave crashes. Instinct takes over and now I’ve reached the point of no return. I’m consumed. And yes, I hear myself making all kinds of noise as I’m carried away.

Maybe later I’ll be embarrassed over the fact that Richie Amato might have heard me have an orgasm but for now I can’t stop. All I can do is shake and whimper and fall apart completely in Cale’s arms.

I’m still quaking from the aftershocks but Cale isn’t finished with me. He’s still rock hard when he withdraws. He wants to make a change. Sliding his hands underneath my body, he lifts my hips and checks to make sure I’m watching. He smirks before he lowers his head to commit a new offensive with his tongue.

Boy was I wrong to assume I’d reached peak ecstasy.

Sixty seconds at the mercy of Cale’s tongue is enough to send me into a new dimension. My eyes squeeze shut and every important sense in my body shatters in the same instant. I may have passed out for a second.

Finally, I’m spent and gasping, almost weak from the sheer overwhelming dose of bliss. But Cale still isn’t done. He’s now going to take what he needs.

His next thrust into my body is savage and I love it. He pumps with frenzied rhythm as I cling to him. He throws his head back when he comes. The look on his face gets imprinted on my mind forever. A hot surge spills into me and I don’t care if there are reasons why this might be a problem.

Right now I’m his and he’s mine.

This moment is more real than anything I’ve ever shared with anyone.

Once he’s exhausted himself, Cale rolls to his side and pulls me close. I lay my cheek on his chest and his fingers wander through my hair. Minutes pass as we enjoy the simple happiness of holding each other. The thud of his heartbeat gradually slows to a calm pace.

Then my nearly empty stomach decides to end the romance by growling. It seems a single crouton and forkful of ziti don’t qualify as dinner.

Cale laughs. “I better feed you,” he says, and reaches for the bedside phone. “Can’t let you run out of energy when I’ve got big plans for you all night.”

I drop a kiss on his chest. “Get some of those rosemary butter rolls they served at dinner yesterday. Kiki ate them all before I could grab one.”

“What else?”

“Mashed potatoes. Fruit tarts. Ask if they have pizza.”

Cale orders enough food to feed a football team and says he’ll tip twice the total if they can have it to our room within half an hour. The food arrives twenty three minutes later. Cale complains when I cover up with a robe but eating while naked feels wrong. Like gardening in a bikini. He quits grumbling when I promise I’ll make it up to him later.

I keep my promise. After another epic spell of incredible sex we relax by soaking in the oversized bathtub together. I don’t want the night to be over but I can’t stifle my yawns forever. Cale towels my body off with care and carries me to bed.

This time we make love and it’s languid and gentle. He wants to see me on top. This has never been my preferred position. I suppose I don’t like being so visible. With him, I feel different. Cale’s eyes stay on me the whole time. He tells me again and again that I’m beautiful. And I think I can see myself as he sees me. It’s a powerful feeling.

We’re both finally exhausted and he switches off the light. His fingertips trail over my flushed skin as he drifts off to sleep.

Only when I’m fairly certain he can’t hear do I dare to utter the most honest of all words and then only in a whisper.

“I love you, Cale.”

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