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Searching his face, she stroked the hard planes of his jaw, trailing her fingers over his stubble before pulling his head to her for another deep kiss.

When he pushed against her folds, she spread her legs wider, welcoming him. He kissed her tenderly, and her vaginal walls relaxed until he was fully sheathed. She closed her eyes, joining him with every thrust, rocking her hips against his.

Wetness flowed inside her, lubricating her walls, easing the tightness until all she felt was the sensual slide of him in and out, deeper and faster. The force of his thrusts increased, and she locked her legs around the backs of his thighs, gripping his ass tighter.

The orgasm built until they were both gasping for air. The powerful shock wave hit her a split second before his, and she threw back her head and cried out. He pressed his lips to her neck and thrust once, twice, the third time holding himself inside her as he came.

His rough growl against her neck sent a spiraling vibration throughout her body, intensifying the final throes of her orgasm. For several long moments, they stayed that way, his powerful body pressed against hers, their chests heaving.

He turned onto his side, snuggling her to him. “Hey.” He nudged her chin up with his finger and grinned down at her. “Happy birthday.”

She smiled, realizing this man, the same man she’d once believed was the epitome of a womanizer, living for nothing more than personal and sexual gratification, was anything but that. Beneath that happy-go-lucky facade lay the most sensitive and deeply troubled man she’d ever known. And he’d given her the one thing no one else had in over twenty years.

A happy birthday.

Chapter Eighteen

Dom glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. Ten o’clock. They’d been dozing for nearly an hour.

When he’d knocked on Daisy’s door, making love to her hadn’t been part of the plan. But he didn’t regret it for a second. In retrospect, they’d been moving toward this since they’d crossed paths again at Gray and Alex’s wedding. Despite his determination to maintain distance, deep down he’d known it had only been a matter of time.

Daisy shifted and snuggled tighter against him. Her head lay on his chest, her hair cascading down the smooth plane of her back. He stroked the thick, silky tresses, resting his hand on the soft curve of her buttocks. They’d all but exhausted themselves after what he hoped was only the first round of mind-blowing sex. But he was beyond wired, his mind buzzing over the consequences of what he’d just set in motion.

I’m in deep, deep shit here.

The last thing he should be doing right in the middle of the most dangerous op of his life was falling in love. But part of him knew he’d already fallen. Hard. Even now, he couldn’t quite wrap his brain around the concept. Every time he did he was assailed by visions of Anika’s bloody remains. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, willing the gut-wrenching images to leave his head and stop haunting him once and for all. He guessed it was a form of PTSD. The pain had followed him from Afghanistan and tormented him for fifteen fucking years. It was time to let the past go.

But will it let go of me?

He honestly didn’t know.

Daisy uttered a soft sigh, and as her hand slipped down his chest to his groin, his cock jerked awake, and he couldn’t wait to get inside her again. Being here with her, talking, then making love to her had been life altering. It was as if he was meant to be here. With her. But he’d crossed a major line. Things had irrevocably changed between them, and he couldn’t lie to her any longer. The time had come to tell her everything.

He watched her back rise and fall evenly, and he was at peace. One beautiful, transient, oasis that wouldn’t last.

“What time is it?” she mumbled against his chest.

He kissed the top of her head as if it was the most natural thing to do. “Just after ten.”

When she pushed herself off him, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her down for a slow, hot kiss. God, he loved kissing her. Really, he loved everything about her. She pulled back to look at him, and he couldn’t stop staring into her whiskey-colored eyes. “You’re unbelievably sexy.” To prove his point, he cupped her large breasts in his hands, massaging and kneading her soft flesh.

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes and covered his hands with hers while he played with her nipples until they were as hard as pebbles. “That feels nice.”

Dom’s stomach growled, a low, muffled sound. Then it grumbled so loudly they both laughed. “Aside from cake, I never got around to eating dinner.”

“I’d be happy to feed you.”

She rolled away, and before she disappeared out the bedroom door, his eyes feasted on her breasts jiggling and bobbing as she strode from the room buck naked. He couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on her body again, especially the perfect globes of her breasts.

With that thought in mind, he went to the bathroom to clean up, then dug another condom from his wallet. He tossed it onto the bedside table and settled back onto the mattress.

He heard clinking silverware, and a minute later she returned carrying a plate with an enormous piece of triple-chocolate mousse cake and two forks in one hand and a tall glass of milk in the other that she set on the table.

“I hope you don’t mind more cake.” She waited while he pushed himself up higher on the bed, then she stuffed a pillow behind his head and straddled him. Grinning, she scooped a large piece of cake onto the fork. “I’m going to help you get your energy back.”

He grimaced when she wriggled to readjust herself, her slippery folds fitting perfectly over his semi-erect cock. As she held out the fork he quickly began to harden beneath her. Their eyes met, and he opened his mouth and let her feed him. Not even the intensely rich chocolate mousse and frosting hitting his taste buds could derail his single-minded brain from repeating the same message over and over: get inside her before I explode.

But she wanted to feed him, and right now he’d let her do just about anything to him that she wanted. She fed him another bite, then he picked up the other fork and did the same for her. When she swallowed and tilted her head back, moaning, he hardened even more and had to grit his teeth to keep from grabbing her by her hips and impaling her.