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Paxton seemed just as greedy for me as I was for him, because he didn’t take his time. Almost as soon as I lost his hand, he was driving himself inside me, thrusting deeply.

“Fuck, Aria. You’re so wet. So tight.”

“Paxton,” I moaned.

A deep growl filled the air around us, the sound sending a flood of desire right between my legs.

With each merciless thrust, I fought against the building pressure. But Paxton was just that good; he made it impossible.

I had no choice but to accept whatever he wanted me to have, however he wanted me to have it.

Once I accepted that, things only got better. I became lost in him, in the utter pleasure he was delivering. Between his roaming hand, the sight of his muscles flexing, and the feel of being so full of him, there was a lot to be lost in.

The feeling built, the ache between my legs mounting.

“Oh God,” I panted.

My moans became whimpers, my breath quick and shallow.

Driving his hips in hard, Paxton shifted his weight into one hand while the other drifted from my hip, up my side, and toward my breast. He tweaked my nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

And three more thrusts later, it happened.

I was coming apart, crying out his name as my bodywrithed between him and the mattress. Wave after wave washed over me, and it felt never-ending. I wasn’t sure I could survive much more.

But then I heard his grunts and groans become more pronounced. And as he picked up his pace, I returned to reality and watched with avid fascination as Paxton’s orgasm tore through him. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

The power and strength in his body, the way his muscles flexed, and the sounds that escaped from somewhere deep inside him made the moment something extraordinary to witness.

He collapsed on top of me, careful to keep his weight in his arms. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest. I swore I could hear it, too.

Minutes passed, both of us struggling to regain control of our breathing. And eventually, Paxton pressed a kiss to my cheek and whispered, “Be right back.”

He pulled out of me, and I had to bite my lip in an effort not to cry at the loss of him there. I had a feeling he was experiencing something similar, because when he stood beside the bed and looked down at me, I could see it in his expression.

Despite what we were both feeling, Paxton took off toward the bathroom and disposed of the condom, returning with a warm cloth for me.

I wasn’t quite sure just how long Paxton and I had been curled up in my bed after we’d gotten ourselves cleaned up, but I knew it had been long enough for me to memorize the rhythm of his heartbeat. Paxton was on his back, my body curled into his, and my head was resting on his chest.

I’d been tracing random patterns, allowing the realityof what we’d just shared to settle inside me. While the physical aspect of it had been wonderful—better than I could have hoped for—there was something about the emotional connection I felt to this man that meant so much more to me.

And I wondered if that was what made it possible for me to speak as freely as I did. As my fingers continued to drift lightly over his skin, the sound of his heart beating steadily beneath my ear, I said, “This was a surprise.”

“A surprise? You were the one who wanted to come right back here after dinner,” he reasoned.

“I didn’t mean what we just did was a surprise. I was talking about you,” I clarified.

Paxton’s arm was wrapped around my body. He’d been holding me close to him, his fingertips drifting lightly across my skin. But at my declaration, his hand stopped moving. “I don’t think I understand.”

Inhaling deeply, the scent of him something I was finding I couldn’t quite get enough of, I took half a second to reconsider what I was about to share. Then I realized it was ludicrous to even consider that and said, “You make me do things I wouldn’t have normally done.”

“Is that a good thing? I feel like after what we just shared, that might not be the best thing to admit. I don’t know how I feel about it.”

I smiled, recognizing that he had mistaken my words. “That’s not what I’m referring to, Paxton. I just… well, all my life I’ve been so accustomed to holding back my emotions and the way I feel about just about everything. When I made the move here to Steel Ridge, I was looking for this fresh start. I expected I would find some of what I was looking for, but I never imagined so much would change about me the way it has.”

“Are you saying there’s a different Aria that I haven’t met?” he asked.

I lifted my cheek from his chest and offered a smile as my gaze fell upon his handsome face. “Not at all. I think what I’m trying to say is that I’ve never felt comfortable enough to share how I really feel until I came here, until I met you. It blows my mind, because it’s been happening from the start, and I can’t understand why.”