Chapter 18
She was wearing blue jeans and a simple T-shirt over a black lace bra. It wasn’t lost on him that she’d omitted underwear. Her hair was still damp, and she had a healthy glow on her cheeks from where he’d f****d her—no, loved her again, on the bed this time, slowly and tenderly, taking his time and watching her for every reaction, every response she had to him.
The woman was so damn responsive. Her eyes, her body, her skin…she couldn’t hide anything from him, and she tasted better than the sweetest dessert. She was under his skin and inside him, and he was in new territory. Never in all his years had he ever been faithful to one woman, had one woman, called a woman his.
It was after midnight, and he walked through the front door of the hotel with Kate’s hand in his. The bar w
