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“But you haven’t—“

“Not yet. But I will.” The gleam in his hooded blue eyes makes me wet all over again, which is a good thing. Xavier is relentless, putting me in positions I’ve only read about, each one more pleasurable than the last. I restrain myself from begging him to stop because it’s not what I want, but his lovemaking is so intense. I can’t believe men like this actually exist.

He presses me up against the wall, my hands above my head. His cock buried so deep inside of me, I’m at a loss for words. Xavier’s eyes pinch tight. “I’m going to come.”

I almost screamfinally!But he pushes himself so deep inside me I nearly lose my mind. He holds me tight, letting out an animalistic growl as he releases. He doesn’t even realize how strong he is, and it isn’t until I kiss his damp cheek that he releases his hold on me.

“Oh my God, sorry.”

“No, it was fucking perfect.”

“I can be a little intense.”

“Yeah,” I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “But I liked it. I feel safe when I’m with you. Always.”

“That’s exactly what I want, Alayna.” His eyes lock in on mine, and I’m not sure what to say. Maybe I don’t need to say anything. I’m falling for this man, and hope that things can work out between us. I could kick myself for even thinking about it, though.

He takes my hand and leads me to my bed, cuddling up behind me once more, curving into the big spoon. We lay there for what feels like forever. When I’m certain he’s fallen asleep, Xavier speaks.

“I meant what I said, Alayna. I really like you.”

My heart races against my ribs. “I really like you, too.”

“We’re not as different as you think.”

“No?”

“No.”

An odd sensation washes over me. The lump forming in my throat is a warning. I will not cry, even though the thought of being with Xavier for the rest of my life feels exactly like what’s supposed to happen. I clear my throat, begging my logic to replace emotions.

“Should we give this a go, then?” I ask.

“Look at me.” He says in a gruff voice.

I roll over and meet his sparkling blue eyes. “We already are.”

I press my forehead against his bare chest and snuggle up close to him. Even though I have my doubts about whether this can actually work, I choose to believe him.

“We already are,” I repeat.

Epilogue

Alayna

Two YearsLater

The Inn is thriving, more so than I ever expected. I rush down the hall with my clipboard; the staff now doubled thanks to my husband's savvy advice on making the business thrive. He’s away on business a lot, but that’s okay. The whole absence makes the heart grow fonder thing is a saying for a reason, and he’s coming back into town any minute.

With the wedding guests for this weekend’s reception arriving today, I’ve barely had time to sit. The rooms were all specially requested and stocked with goody bags for the guests arrivals. Brigid insists on doing all of this, but I, of course, insist on helping.

I pass by the ballroom on my way out. It looks magnificent; the lavender accents against the rustic wooden accents. It somewhat makes me pang for the big wedding we chose not to have, but we wanted to get married quickly, and at the end of the day, City Hall was the exact right choice.

I glance at my watch and let out a little gasp. Xavier will be home soon. I rush out to my car, whistling as I drive the five miles to our house. I’m absolutely starving and know that I’ll need to get something in my stomach soon, or I’ll start to feel nauseous.

After a snack and quick shower, I’m barely ready when the front door opens. Butterflies dance in my stomach as heavy footsteps work their way toward the living room. My gorgeous husband—damn, he’s as big as the doorframe—sets down his overnight bag.

“There she is.” He smiles, rushing over to me.

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