“Aren’t you going to ask me if I have anything?”
He shook his head, his stubble rasping her palm. She always liked that, and he saw her eyes darken a bit more. “Frankly, I don’t care. I’ll take everything you have, and we’ll share what happens together.”
Her gentle laughed rocked him to his core. “What am I going to do with you? But I’m not on the pill.”
Swallowing, he took the responsibility, as he always had. Part of his nature, rather than something he was forced into, he finally realized. “I’ll take that too.”
She smiled. “Yes, you will.”
He gave in, let the last barrier fall. “Yes, I will.” With a groan, he urged his cock between her thighs, finding her pussy, as always, wet and waiting for him. Just him. He eased into her, holding his breath when her lush depths embraced him. Accepted him. Nobody had taken everything he was and just…accepted it before. Women had fucked him because of his notoriety, or later because they thought he was sensitive and kind, but nobody knew him like Gen. Nobody ever would, because he didn’t intend to look. He had all he wanted here in his arms. Lying beneath him, arching her body in her eagerness to take him.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever made love to.”
She kept the smile, as it was reflected in her eyes, in the flush of arousal adorning her sweet body. “Me too,” she gasped as he plunged deep.
He watched her, noting her every reaction as he made love to her, adjusted his position to bring her the greatest pleasure.
She kept her eyes open, as she must know he preferred, curved herself into him, said the words he needed. “I love you. Nobody but you, Nick. Ever.”
Watching, caressing, murmuring words of love and adoration, they brought each other to the final culmination. For the first time in his life when he came, he flooded her with his essence.
GEN SNUGGLED CLOSE to Nick’s warm body. One of the things she loved about her big, bad poetry professor was the way he retained body heat. “I thought I’d lost you,” she confessed.
He turned his head, kissed her, sweet and gentle. “You’d never have done that. Not completely. I don’t know if I could have stayed away.” He kissed her again, tasting her in the leisurely way they’d had no time for earlier, caressing her mouth with his tongue. “I was lost without you, trying to break away long enough to go abroad. I meant to leave this country.”
“I guessed.” Seattle meant the Pacific, a step closer to—where? Australia, Hawaii? Wherever, he wasn’t going there now. “I would have followed. I’d have sold the contents of the DUMBO apartment piece by piece to get the money.” She bit her lower lip again, doubt entering her eyes. “Actually, I sold something already. The flight here and booking a hotel cost more than I thought, and I’m not in gainful employment anymore.”
“What was it?” He didn’t care. She could sell anything, even his treasured and battered copy of Palgrave.
“That horrible painting in your bedroom.”
He touched his lips to hers. “Your bedroom now.”
“Our bedroom.”
He smiled against her lips. “That sounds good.”
“Do you mind that Mick is dead?”
He went up on one elbow to lean over her, gaze at her breasts, making her want to flaunt herself for his pleasure. “I’ve been trying to kill the bastard for years. It’ll be fun getting Larry to call me Nick.”
“About as much fun as persuading you to call him Lawrence.”
His laughter warmed her. After so much anxiety, to come to this. “We’re Mick and Larry on our birth certificates. Not Michael and Lawrence.”
She traced a line down his chest. “That’s Nicholas now. Dr. Nicholas Taylor, soon to be Professor Nicholas Taylor. I’ll be married—” She broke off, lifting her gaze to his face, fearful she’d gone too far.
He bent, kissed her fears away, only surety in his caress. “That will make you Mrs. Taylor. Of course we’re getting married.” His eyes took on a tinge of surprise. “Doctor? It came through?”
“I opened the letter. I couldn’t wait to find out. And the one offering you the professorship, but not at DUNY. Another New York university.” She whispered the name in his ear, and his eyes widened in response. He’d hit pay dirt with the offer. “You’ve not even missed the awards ceremony.”
“I’ll probably be on my honeymoon when that happens.”
He kissed her again, and she pulled him closer. “As far as I’m concerned, the honeymoon’s already started.” And she proceeded to prove it to him.
Loose Id Titles by Lynne Connolly
Brutally Beautiful
Stripped Bare
Texas Heat
Unlaced
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The DEPARTMENT 57 Series
Cat’s Eyes
Topaz Delirium
Liquid Crystal
Chemistry of Evil
Crystal Captive
Treasure Laid Bare
Crystal Tides
Jewel of the Dragon
Griffin’s Treasure
Bloody Crystal
Rubies of Fire
Diamonds of Ice
Lynne Connolly
Lynne Connolly lives in England with her family and her mews, a cat called Jack. She spends her time writing and filling her collection of doll’s houses. After acceptance by her first e-publisher she hasn’t looked back. She has over 30 books out, and plans for more. She writes in the paranormal romance, contemporary romance, and historical romance genres and she likes to add a lot of steam!
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Loose Id Titles by Lynne Connolly
Lynne Connolly
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