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and more from me.

Despite her inexperience, Isabel would take everything from me that I’d give her, and already, I knew I’d serve myself up on a platter just to keep her like this for the rest of my life.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” I whispered against her mouth, and her eyelids fluttered open. One of her hands cupped the side of my face while I pulled one of her thighs close to my side. “To deserve you.”

“It’s not about deserving, Aiden.” She kissed me. “It’s not about being worthy or perfect. It’s about finding the right person and choosing them.”

Isabel moved under me impatiently, but I kissed her again, gathering her body to mine until there was no space, no room for a single breath between us.

“I am falling in love with you,” I told her because I couldn’t not tell her. “And I choose you, every stubborn,” I pushed forward, and she gasped, “frustrating,” forward, “sexy,” more, “smart inch of you,” with a final snap, I let my forehead rest on hers as I tried to catch my breath.

Isabel’s breath escaped in a sob. Then she gripped my hips, fingernails digging into my skin.

“Are you okay?”

She grinned, looking more than a little drunk. “Yes. And just remember who fell in love with who first.”

I exhaled a laugh, pulling at her lips with a kiss. It slid into something deeper, something that had her shifting, tugging at my back. But I held there, allowing both of us to settle into the feeling.

“More, please,” she begged.

“I’m just getting started,” I whispered against her mouth.

As I moved, slowly at first, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting her. Then she bit down on my earlobe, sucking it into her mouth, and the tether on my control snapped in a ragged, messy burst.

There was no thought of finesse or rhythm, no thought of anything other than our mutual pleasure.

Mine started before hers, and I fought to stay with her until the end, even as my chest heaved, my back arched helplessly when heat curled through my veins.

I smothered the sounds coming from my mouth into the curve of her sweat-shiny neck, and when she snapped her thighs against my hips, back curving, my name on her lips, we toppled over the edge together.

I slumped over her. The strength of a hundred men couldn’t haven’t moved me for how lethargic I felt.

She kissed me softly, running her hands over my back and up into my hair. I rolled to my side, keeping her anchored against me, our legs intertwined as we luxuriated in the taste of each other, the sweet sipping of her mouth against mine.

“I knew you’d wreck me.” She sighed happily. I kissed along her jaw, which she tipped so I could reach more of her skin.

“Did you?”

Isabel’s fingers traced the features on my face as she nodded. “The day I met you, I think I knew.”

The lithe line of her back was damp with sweat, and I touched as much of her as I could manage with long sweeps of my palm. “You’ve always been smarter than me about this.”

She laughed. “Not smarter,” she corrected. “More aware, maybe.”

I pushed some of her mussed hair out of her face. “If I’d had any idea, I probably never would’ve walked in the door.”

Just like I hoped she would, Isabel smiled at my honesty. “I know.”

Even though we were fully enmeshed, as many body parts wound together as humanly possible, I curled myself around her and breathed her in. It was cheesy and poetic, the types of thoughts I was never prone to, but Isabel smelled like the peace that I’d been seeking, that I thought she wasn’t capable of bringing. Ironic, given that she blew my life up, resetting it into something that would only work with her presence inside of it.

“I’m glad you did, though,” she whispered. “This is where I’m meant to be.”

I closed my eyes and held her against me. It was easy to imagine that every step of my life had led to this moment. Not just the moment, but to her.

“Me too,” I told her.

Eventually, we pulled the blankets up over us, whispering to each other as the night wore on. I decided, after sweet, gentle touches for the entire time, we were done being in bed.

“You owe me a bath,” I told her.

Her smile was wide and happy. “Do I?”

I nuzzled into her neck and decided she smelled best right there. “Yeah.

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