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“Condom,” he mutters.

“Shit. I really don’t want to wait.”

“I don’t either but you’re not on anything, sweetheart.”

I want to tell him I don’t care. That I want to have his baby and get married and move in together and I don’t care what order that happens in. But that’s not reality and that’s not what either of us are ready for.

“At least one of us isn’t still lost in space from the best orgasm of their life.”

He grins and leans over the bed, pulling a condom out of his jeans pocket. “Best of your life, huh?”

I nod against the pillow.

“Let’s see if we can top that, shall we?”

With one swift thrust, he’s inside me and, already sensitive from all the time he spent warming me up, I completely float away. Just along for the ride. My legs wrap around his waist and I reach for any part of his skin I can touch. His body is slick with sweat and we’re both panting, gasping, whispering our amazement at how freaking good it feels and how it’s never been like this before.

It’s too good.

Too perfect.

My body is too aware of every single brush of our most intimate areas.

He rises up on his knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders, hitting the spot so deep inside me.

“I can’t hold on,” I whisper.

“Let go.”

And I do. I not only let go, I fly.

Our eyes connect and his face twists as he lets go with a roar, my name the sweetest sound from his lips.

We collapse in a heap of sweat slicked bodies and tangled limbs and shallow breathing.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, you can say that again.”

He leans up on an elbow only to fall back down, bringing light laughter out of us both.

“I think you broke me,” I tell him.

“Nah. That was me mending you.”

“Damn you and your good answers.”

“You love it.”

I really do. I love him, too. I just don’t know if it’s the kind of love he deserves. Because he deserves a woman who isn’t broken. A woman who isn’t fresh off a divorce to an ex who recently was arrested for drug possession. A woman who knows who she is. Not some woman who married a guy even though she was too blind to see the perfect one was waiting for her. I should have known. He told me he was too scared to tell me his true feelings, but I was, too.

And that is the unfortunate moment when the tears break through.

ChapterNineteen

Brock

She’s crying. And not happy tears.