“Damn it.”
His voice was low, guttural, his hips pistoning in and out of her, driving her higher. She recognized the edge of control he rode, felt it herself, and knowing they were both on the verge of being beyond conversation gave him what he wanted.
“I love you, Kane. I didn’t want it either, but there it is and you aren’t cutting out on me again. No more repeats of the last few days.”
He’d stopped all movement as soon as she started speaking and stared at her. Surprise and relief crossed his face before he groaned and moved again, thrusting smoothly, slowly.
“I love you. I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
“Damn right,” she murmured. Then the power of speech was beyond her as he drove them to a height she’d never experienced before and knew she’d never come down from.
The End
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Loribelle is like the South she calls home. Hot and sultry. Languid and sexy. Magnolias and gardenias scent her silk lined boudoir, and men and children alike bow to her magnificence…
Okay, maybe it isn’t quite that glamorous. She does have two smart and lovely daughters who give her a run for her money and a son that will one day be someone’s model of a romance hero. (She promises.) Her husband is a real life hero, and Loribelle just tries to keep up with the demands of military life. In between, she writes a book or two.
She’s had every job under the sun, but haven’t most writers? That Army military police, bookstore manager, waitress, wedding photographer, website designer experience has to come in useful sometimes. As they say in the South, it all washes out in the end.
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