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like and what makes you hot.” Her nipple tightened even more and he gave a low laugh. “You still like being talked to during sex.”
    “It’s an acquired taste since you’d never shut up,” she said on a squeal. “I can’t believe you just bit me there !”
    Stroking the side of her firm breast, he traced a lazy path down her body and stopped right where the thin strip of curls began. “How much do you want to bet that you liked me biting you there ?”
    “You are so—” His fingers parted her and she bucked her hips. “So not fair,” she gasped.
    Touching her with the tip of one finger, he found her sleek and hot. “And you are so damn wet.” He slid two fingers inside of her, briefly closing his eyes as her tight inner muscles clenched. “In exactly five minutes, I going to put my cock right here and make you scream.” Curling his fingers inside of her, Sage let out a moan. “Then I’m going to come inside of you, marking you.” His dick pressed hard against his fly. If he didn’t watch it, all of his talking would turn five minutes into five seconds. “But first, I need to do things right by you.”
    Lowering his mouth, he tongued her clit and teased the delicate folds that were open to him. All hot pink and wet and tasting like heaven. He feasted on her, until all he could taste, see and breathe was Sage. Until she was wild and pulling at his head while moaning his name.
    Unable to take much more, he tugged off his shirt and shucked off his jeans and boxer briefs, before settling himself between her thighs. Placing his elbows on either side of her, he cupped her face and kissed her with a gentleness that he did not remotely feel. “I have to ask. Are you on the pill?”
    Her legs parted and she coasted her hands down his back as she answered, “Yes and I’ve been faithful to you, too.”
    He didn’t deserve her, not for one damn second. Not for the way he’d left her behind. But he would take her forgiveness, her apologies and work on making the next sixty years worth taking another chance on him.
    One of her hands guided his erection to her sex. He sealed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue and cock inside of her. Her body jumped, hands clenching at his back and her tight warmth surrounding him. She felt beyond wonderful, beyond anything. Being inside of her with nothing between them was a first for him. Hell, being inside of anyone without a condom was a first for him.
    Rolling his hips, he kissed and held her close. He whispered to her in Spanish and English all the reasons why he loved her. He wanted, he craved to do the right thing, to speak of love and the future, but the more he thrust inside of her, the less he thought and the more he felt. The more he concentrated on her breathy sighs and sexy moans.
    She didn’t have to say a word when she talked like that.
    “Just like that, baby. Move your hips.” He kissed her jaw. “I feel you tightening around me and you’re so fucking wet.” Sinking deep inside of her, he pulled a thigh over his arm. “Know you like this. I know how you like your legs on my shoulders and me pounding that sweet—” He groaned as her ankle hit his shoulder, opening her up to him in the most amazing of ways.
    “I can’t take much more,” she moaned. “Please…I need you.”
    Reaching between them, he found her clitoris, pressing down and rubbing it firmly. She screamed his name. He joined her, driving deep and hard until he saw stars and shouted her name.
    Sweat trickled down his back as he lowered himself beside her and enveloped her in his arms. He kissed her nose and watched as her eyes drifted shut. Then he did the same, thinking he could die a happy man right about now.

Chapter Ten
     
    Over the next six days, Sage existed in her very own happy bubble. Not even a snowstorm could pop it. Oh no, being snowed in with Joaquin was pure joy, consisting of hot showers, making love in every room in the house—including the kitchen table—and