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him, unleashing a tidal wave of passion and desire.

She locked her legs behind his back as he pounded into her with an intensity that caught him by surprise. Worried he was hurting her, he slowed down.

“Don’t . . . stop!” she gasped out.

Instinct took over and he lifted her hips to drive deeper, inflamed by the feeling of her tightening around him.

She cried out and lifted her hips to take him as deep as she could. No longer able to hold back, Noah came hard and fast. After he caught his breath, he rolled her to her side, facing him.

“You’re going to kill me,” she murmured, her eyes closed.

He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and finally placed a gentle kiss on her mouth. “You are everything I could have ever hoped for.”

“I love you,” she whispered, drifting off to sleep.

Noah held her in his arms, overcome by the knowledge that he had never fathomed what love could be like until he’d held this woman in his arms.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Libby awoke on her side, Noah’s stomach pressed to her back. Their nakedness was proof enough that last night hadn’t been a dream.

She was married to Noah. Never in her wildest dreams could she hope to have what she’d shared with him last night. And this was only the beginning of so much more.

She shifted and freed her left arm from underneath his, wanting a better look at the wedding ring.

“We can get you another if you don’t like it,” he murmured, sounding like his mouth was buried in his pillow.

“I love it. It’s perfect. What does yours look like?”

He placed his left palm on top of hers and splayed his fingers so she could see their rings together. “They match.”

“I never took you as a matchy-matchy guy,” she teased.

“Ordinarily I’m not, so don’t expect me to wear matching T-shirts.”

“How about wearing matching shirts with Tortoise?”

“Maybe . . .”

“What about matching Halloween costumes? We can go as Fred and Wilma Flintstone.”

“Only if I get to be Wilma.”

She laughed and rolled over to face him as he propped himself on his elbow to look at her. “Good morning, Mrs. McMillan.”

Happiness flooded her heart. “Good morning, Mr. McMillan.” Then she covered her mouth. “Oh, God. I have morning breath.”

He pulled her hand down. “So do I.” He kissed her, making her forget all about morning breath.

When he lifted his head, she grinned. “Does this mean I can use your toothbrush now?”

“No.”

“We’ve done much more intimate things that have involved the exchange of just as many germs as me using your toothbrush,” she said in a sultry voice.

“Enough of your vixen ways,” he chuckled. “You’re tempting me when you know we’re out of condoms.”

She turned serious. “We don’t have to use a condom, Noah. I have an IUD. I was with Mitch for five months and no one at all for three months before him.”

He shook his head. “I want to get tested first to be safe. I’d never forgive myself if I have something and gave it to you.”

“Have you really been with that many women?”

Some of the happiness left his eyes. “Yes. I’m not proud of it, but I realize now I was searching for this—for what we have. Only I went about it the wrong way. Not one of those women meant even a fraction of what you mean to me.”

“What about Donna?”

He brushed a stray hair from her forehead. “Donna was a very poor substitute for what I thought I couldn’t have. You.”

“But why were you so sure you couldn’t have me?”

“You shot me down, Lib. Remember? Right before you proposed to Mitch.”

Her face grew hot. “We had both been drinking and I thought . . .”

“That I was just hitting on you. Yeah, I know. To be fair, I wasn’t really sure what I was doing. Only that I craved you in a way I didn’t understand.” He tilted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Honestly, if we had hooked up then, I don’t think it would be this. What we have now. I wasn’t ready yet. Does that make sense?”

“Perfectly. I don’t think I was ready yet either. You’ve inspired me.”

He laughed. “Are you going to photograph me naked?”

“That’s not what I was talking about, but hold that thought.” She climbed out of bed and dug through the bag Gram had brought her, emerging with her camera bag.

His eyes widened. “You’re serious.”

She unpacked the camera and gave him a mischievous grin. “We can swaddle you