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He’d taken her countless times last night, his appetite for her only slightly quenched. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he saw it had only been about two hours since she’d fallen asleep.
London had only dozed for a short while.
He couldn’t stop thinking of their night, the sex between them explosive.
Addictive.
He couldn’t get enough.
For the first time in his life, London didn’t want to leave a woman before she woke up. He wanted to be the first person Alana saw when she opened her eyes.
Just that fast, he knew he had feelings for her. He wasn’t familiar with them, but he knew she was special to him.
Unable to stop himself from touching her, he reached up and gently brushed her hair away from her face. Her pigtails were long gone, and her dark strands were spread along his arm and across the pillows.
She looked so peaceful.
Waking up with Alana in his arms had him feeling content with life.
Alana shifted on the bed, grumbling under her breath. Her feet moved, sliding along his calves.
A moan slipped from her lips as she slowly began to wake. After a few blinks, she met his gaze.
“Morning.”
Her lips curved into a smile, her shy veil sliding into place.
“Morning.”
She had a sexy huskiness to her voice that shot a bolt of electricity straight to his dick. Her gaze darted from the door and back to him. He sensed she had a burning question.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, entwining their fingers together. Placing a kiss to the back of her hand, he settled it against his chest.
Biting her lip, she stared at him, deep in thought. It was cute, but he wanted to know what the problem was.
“Well, don’t you usually have girls leave before morning? At least it would seem that—”
“Wait, what?” He grew still. How did she know women left his house before morning? “Were you stalking me?”
He wasn’t angry. He was just going to make her suffer a little before putting her out of her misery.
But she was correct.
He never allowed women to stay for breakfast.
He didn’t want them growing attachments to him. It was only fun—no strings.
Now, with Alana, he wanted the strings—deep connections and promises.
She flinched. Sitting up and resting on her elbow, he watched the sheet slide down, exposing the swell of her breasts.
Breasts he had come to know intimately. He had memorized every inch of her throughout the night, tasted every part of her. He grew hard thinking of doing it all over again. The sounds of her sighs, gasps, and moans still echoed in his mind.
“Not that I meant to. It was just fascinating to watch—”
“Fascinating?”
What was so compelling about women leaving his apartment?
