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darlin’.”
    “I wish I could,” she told him. “You don’t know how much I wish I
could.”
    Dalton’s lips pressed against the back of her neck, gentle and warm.
She categorized the feeling, tucking it away with all the others, because even
when she wasn’t with him, she would always remember.
    No. There was no way Katie would ever forget the only man she had ever
loved.
    And that was what this was. The feeling that filled her chest. Love.
    It was overwhelming with its intensity, and she wished she could spend
the rest of her life with him. But it wasn’t in the cards.
    “Tonight,” Dalton whispered. “Just stay with me tonight. Please.”
    A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, sliding down her cheek and
falling onto the pillow. Another followed and then another. “Tonight,” she
agreed.
    Just for tonight.
    That was all they could have, so she’d stay.
    And tomorrow she would go back to her version of normal.
    Unfortunately, there was no room for him in her life.
    No matter how much she wished there was.
    When Dalton’s breathing evened out again, his arms relaxing around her,
Katie swallowed hard, fighting the tears. And as exhaustion finally took her,
Katie closed her eyes, snuggled against Dalton, and whispered into the
darkness, “I love you, Dalton.”

Chapter Eight
    Dalton woke with the sun shining through the windows, no blinds or
curtains to stop the cruel intrusion. He was warm beneath the blankets, pressed
up against the sweet woman still in his bed.
    Honestly, he had expected to wake up alone. But he wasn’t.
    Katie was sleeping beside him. He was spooned up to her back, his
erection pressing against her, eager to find its way into the warmth he
remembered from the night before. She must’ve felt it, too, because she moved,
sliding her smooth backside against him, making him moan.
    Without thinking, Dalton lifted her leg and eased between her thighs,
pressing against her entrance and slowly sliding inside.
    Her soft moan had his breath hitching. God, she felt good.
    And yes, he knew what was missing. There was no latex barrier
separating them. Just skin to skin. Her soft heat enveloped him, her pussy
tightening around him as he pulled her against him, pushing his hips forward
slightly until he was buried to the hilt.
    “Katie.” God, she felt so damn good. Too good.
    He knew he should’ve pulled out, shouldn’t have started something that
he couldn’t finish, but heaven help him, he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay
right there, connected to her.
    When she rolled over onto her stomach, he followed, refusing to pull
out of her. And when he was kneeling behind her, he ground his hips against her
ass, pushing himself deeper as he held himself up with his arms. He kept his
movements slow, unhurried, enjoying the silky grasp of her body, the way his
cock tunneled in and out of her.
    So good.
    He wasn’t sure anything felt better than being inside her.
    Pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder, he continued to screw into her,
rotating his hips, relishing her soft moans. And when she linked her fingers
with his, he felt that same overwhelming emotion bubble up in his chest.
    Then the memory of the night before came to him. What she’d told him,
obviously when she’d thought he was asleep. She loved him.
    He tightened his grip on her fingers, pumping into her and retreating
slowly, fucking into her from behind. “Oh, God, Katie,” he whispered, his voice
rough with the emotion that had consumed him.
    “Make love to me, Dalton,” she urged softly, her voice raspy.
    “I never wanna stop, darlin’,” he told her, his lips traveling up to
her neck. She smelled sweet, a scent he would never have enough of.
    God, he loved this woman.
    The feeling should’ve scared him to death, but it didn’t. What he felt
for her was so right, so real. Something he’d never felt before, and he had no
idea how they’d gotten this far. This fast.
    But it was the truth.
    What had started out as