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looked up at him, her breath coming in shallow pants at the hunger and lust in his eyes.

His zipper was undone, so she turned her attention to the still-fastened button. Once it was free, she knelt in front of him and tucked her thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. She slowly slid the fabric of his pants and briefs down over his sexy hipbones, her fingers gliding over his skin. His underwear slid down his erection, and she left open-mouth kisses over his shaft as she made her way down to his scrotum.

When his pants dropped to his ankles, he reached over and put his hands under her arms, pulling her up, her bare chest against his.

His hands were everywhere as he kissed her with a hunger she answered. Then they were on the bed and his mouth and hands were driving her to the brink of madness. He grunted and rolled off her, then practically ran to his suitcase to pull a condom out of his toiletry bag.

When he sank down next to her on the bed, she took it from him and quickly opened the package and rolled it over his shaft, taking him in her hand and stroking. He grunted again and rolled her onto her back, moving over her as he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his back and plunged into her with one stroke. She cried out in pleasure, arching up to take him. He looked down at her as he took her higher and higher, the hunger in his eyes lifting her even more. They met each other stroke for stroke, a frenzy of passion and fire, need and hunger, until she was sure if she climbed any higher she would pass out from the lack of oxygen. And then she fell apart, letting her love and her need for him overcome her, vaguely aware that he had found his own release. She called his name as she came, wave after wave carrying her somewhere she’d never been before and had never thought she’d ever find.

Home.

Chapter Twenty-One

He stared down at his wife in amazement.

His wife.

Her gorgeous dark hair lay in a puddle on the pillow behind her head. Her eyes were closed as she caught her breath, but they fluttered open to reveal the rich dark brown pools he loved to stare into.

She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. And she was his. His chest burst with emotion. “That was . . .” How did he describe the most perfect moment he had ever experienced? “I’ve never . . .”

She smiled. “Me too.”

“I love you.” How was it he hadn’t told her yet?

Tears filled her eyes. “I love you too.”

“It seems a little backward to tell you that now.”

She didn’t respond, only watched him with hesitation in her eyes.

“I love you, Libby McMillan. When I told you I’d only been in love once, I was referring to you. I’ve loved you for months. I was just too stupid to see it.”

She lowered her gaze for a moment before her eyes found his again. “I knew it too, deep down, but I was so afraid to lose you if it didn’t work out.”

He shook his head and gave her a soft smile. “You don’t have to worry anymore, Lib. I’m here. I’m yours.”

A shadow of doubt crossed her face, but before he could ask her about it, there was a banging on the door. “That must be whatever Ned was sending up.”

She continued to smile, but something was off in her eyes.

“Lib?”

The pounding continued and she pushed his chest. “You better get that.”

“No. What’s going on inside your head?”

“I’m fine,” she sighed with a soft smile. “I’m just overwhelmed. I never knew it could be so . . . perfect.”

He felt the same way, but he couldn’t help thinking there was something she wasn’t telling him.

“Go.”

He pulled out of her and grabbed his briefs. After throwing the condom in the trash and pulling on his briefs, he opened the door.

“A special gift for you and your bride, Mr. McMillan,” the employee outside his door said. His hand rested on the handle of a room service cart that held a covered plate, a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne, and two champagne flutes. “Although I can see you’ve already gotten started.”

The man started to push the cart into the room, but Noah blocked his path, saying with more force than he intended, “I’ll take it from here.” There was