that Kate had slept in that morning. The hunger that had built up between her and Darius refused to be satisfied. She wanted to know every inch of him—in between the times when he was exploring every inch of her.
He wasn’t just a big guy, he was inventive too. She figured that out when she found herself kneeling on the bed, facing him, with one leg propped on his shoulder as his cock found a spot deep inside her, a place that had never been touched.
After she shuddered to another climax, she collapsed back onto the bed. “Have you been studying my Kama Sutra rug, Darius?”
He rumbled with laughter. “No, but it’s good to have research materials handy.” He rolled off his condom. His penis was still hard, just barely starting to soften. She touched it tenderly.
“There goes condom number three,” she joked as he climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
“I might have to grab extra from downstairs,” he called over the sound of running water.
When he came back out, the impact of his naked body hit her all over again. “Okay, I have a question, Darius Boone. You said you’ve been divorced twice. Why would any woman let you go? You just gave me three orgasms in half a night!”
With a slight groan, he stretched out next to her. Heat radiated from his big body, and she curled into a little ball by his side. Such a comforting position, as if nothing could hurt her here.
“If true love ain’t real, at least we have orgasms,” he drawled.
“True love. What’s that?” She tangled her fingers in his mat of black chest hair. “I haven’t believed in true love since my junior high boyfriend dumped me through his sister.”
“How’d that work?”
“She sent me a text message saying he wanted to break up with me but was too scared to tell me himself.”
“Now that’s gutless.”
“I thought so. I cried for a day then decided the whole ‘love’ thing was a load of crap.” She said it as lightly as possible, but she could still remember the embarrassment of that moment.
“But back to you. So you told me about wife number one. Gillian. What about number two?”
“Amelie.”
The way he said her name put her on red alert. Whoever Amelie was, she’d really hurt him. “Was she French?”
“Yes. She…well, she had some problems. She wanted me because…” His jaw flexed as he struggled to get the story out. “She wanted me to be rough with her, in bed. Rougher than I wanted to be. Not at the beginning, just later on. I got uncomfortable but she would just laugh when I tried to say so. I started sleeping at the firehouse whenever I could. I didn’t want to have sex. Then one of my engineers got killed in a fire. It was a rough time for the department and I needed to be there for my crew mates. I had to grieve too, and she didn’t like that.”
“She didn’t like that you were grieving for someone?” Kate had a hard time believing that anyone could be that callous.
He looked uncomfortable at that reaction. “She’d probably tell a different story. She’d say I neglected her in bed. Don’t be such a crybabeeee, she’d say.”
His French accent made her laugh. “It sounds like she wanted Strong Darius only. Not the rest of you.”
“That’s exactly it.” He shot her a glance filled with surprise. “How’d you put your finger on it like that?”
She shrugged one shoulder as she played with his chest curls. “That’s kind of the story of my life. I was always expected to just take care of myself. When I lived with my father, I made my own meals, we had no schedule, and I had to figure out my own rides to school. With my mom, her mood always depended on who she was dating and how it was going. If I had a problem, it was always less important than her life because she was the adult. So I always dealt with everything the best I could, and people started praising me for being so strong.”
“Strength is a good quality. But it’s not everything.” His silver-blue eyes were filled with so much kindness that she melted a little inside. “And you’re a lot more than your strength.”
“You are too, Darius. A lot more. You’re honest. That might be the most important one of all. Do you know how much honesty I’ve seen in my life? Very, very little, and