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people. We’re bound to screw up from time to time. So you know, we have to talk about stuff before it festers. I don’t want you not being happy and keeping quiet over it. That just gets me all het up.” She mock-glared his way.
    “I want to always do right by you. It’s my job.”
    He said it so matter-of-factly and she wondered at his confidence and commitment to her. Loved it.
    “Now.” He stood and she went all still inside, waiting. “I’m going to call to have this picked up. Why don’t you head on in and run a bath in that big giant bathtub? Hm? Be warm and wet for me.”
    She got up on shaky legs. The look on his face made her all swoony.

Chapter Six
    She arched as he dragged his blunt, short nails up her sides. Her eyes were closed, but she didn’t need the pale light of early morning to know his touch. His lips skated down her throat, pausing at the corner of her jaw where her skin was so very sensitive.
    All it took was a deep breath and his scent, the warm, sexy Jude-just-woke-up smell rushed into her system. “Mmm. Good morning.”
    Beneath her hands his skin was toned, muscles bunched and played as he rolled her on top of his body. When her eyes opened she saw only him. Only Jude’s face with that disreputable scruff of beard and those half-lidded sexy green eyes.
    She didn’t want to wait. Needed him right then so she reared up as she guided the head of him to her gate and slid down, taking him as deeply into her pussy as she could in one agonizingly slow stroke down the length of his cock.
    The soreness from the session the night before, hell, the afternoon into the evening into the late night, only added to the pleasure.
    His rough groan vibrated up her spine as she rode him slowly, taking her time touching him as he looked up at her. The grip of his fingers into the muscles at her hip kept her anchored, a reminder of who held her, of where she belonged and to whom.
    With him deep inside her body, his hands on her, looking at her as if she was the finest thing he knew, the certainty of their connection sweetened everything.
    “Make yourself come.”
    She shivered, her breath catching at the low-pitched, slow command. No less an order for the delivery, in fact, the way he told her to do things really did it for her.
    Because it felt good and because she knew he liked the view, she slid a hand down her belly and spread herself open, exposing her clit and the ring in the hood, exposing the place where his cock slid in and out of her.
    He licked his lips, his gaze locked on her fingers and she felt it like a phantom tweak of her clit.
    “Draw it out. I want to see you tease yourself. Feels so good around my cock.”
    She knew she pouted, but he was too busy looking at her pussy to see it anyway.
    Still, he knew her very well. “Don’t pout, it’ll be even better if you make yourself wait.”
    Unable to stop the laugh, she let it erupt. “Cripes, you know, some ladies are a mystery to their lovers.”
    His gaze, glossy and filled with want, found its way to hers. “And some ladies have mates instead of lovers. Mates who know them inside and out and love them all the more for it.”
    Her lips remained in a smile. “So fucking smooth.”
    He thrust up a little harder, swiveling his hips. “I know what my lady likes.”
    This was it. The thing most people dreamed of, or hell, didn’t begin to believe was even real. Laughing, loving, connected relationships seemed like a storyline in one of her books and she had it not just once, but here, again and forever, with Jude.
    She tried to tease herself awhile longer, but they both knew she’d weaken and push herself over so when she did, he groaned and began to thrust up over and over as she writhed, full with him, her inner muscles squeezing around his cock.
    He snarled a curse and dug his fingers into her hips as he came. Rori fell forward, both of them getting breath back as they lay there quietly.
    “Can I open my presents today?”
    He