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  He watched her go, and he would have given anything for her to stay and continue yelling at him. He was still stunned to learn that she had seen him masturbating. She had enjoyed it? That meant she'd been thinking about him in the cave. As he watched her touching herself, she had been remembering seeing him. What could he do now? What could he say to her? He didn't completely understand what he had done. Why should he be condemned for controlling himself? Why had it made her so angry?

  He cast his eyes over the mussed sheets. He ran his hand over them, feeling the residual warmth from her body and breathing in her lingering scent. He couldn't deny some of her criticisms, but how could he make things right if she didn't want an apology?

  Sophia closed her bedroom door and locked it. She wiped hot tears from her cheeks as she went into the bathroom. She had never been so furious with Dominic. She understood why he'd pushed her away. He couldn't love himself, so he couldn't believe anyone else could either. He was ashamed of his feelings for her, both his love and his desire. He'd been willing to degrade himself by letting her use him as though he were no better than a sex toy.

  He said she couldn't understand because she hadn't been inside his head the past few days. Well, he hadn't been inside hers either. He hadn't spent all that time watching him run away from every affectionate gesture and retreat behind dismay whenever she tried to show him how much she loved him. He hadn't been the only one suffering from unfulfilled desire, but she felt sure he wouldn't believe that. He would believe she could be brokenhearted over a man she just met before he could see how many ways his behavior had been breaking her heart for years.

  Her tears dried up, and she sat down on her bed. She would apologize later, but right now couldn't see him. She would only start yelling again. She hated how good it had felt to fling those hurtful words at him. He needed to be forced to feel something. She cursed under her breath as she thought about having to deal with Stephen later. An idea occurred to her, and she picked up her phone and sent Dominic a text. He'd said he could deny her nothing. She told him it would mean a lot to her if he would agree to spend one civil evening with his brother so she didn't have to see him again. That would prove to her that he was willing to compromise and work with her.

  He agreed instantly, and she sighed with relief. He'd been so puzzled by her anger. She had to make him see what she saw in his behavior. She could never make him happy unless he changed the way he thought about himself. She hoped he would think about all she had said while they were apart. Once Stephen was gone, they could talk. She hoped nothing would get in the way of her plans this time.

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  Chapter 4

  Dominic stood on the porch waiting for Stephen to pack his bags into the trunk of his car. He walked back up onto the porch and extended his hand, and Dominic took it. He wanted his brother gone, but at least they'd spent one night together without shouting at each other.

  “Dominic, I want you to listen to me for a second. I know you think I imagine every woman I meet is panting after someone, but that's not true. I've never understood them and never will, but I know enough to say that girl is in love with you. I have no fucking idea why, but she is.”

  “I know that, Stephen.”

  Stephen gawked at him. “Then why are you standing there looking like you've got something shoved up your ass? You seem as bitter and angst-ridden as ever.”

  “Why? My asshole of a brother is still here wasting my time.”

  He threw his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Fine. I get it. And for the record, I didn't touch her. I wanted to, but I still value my life at least a little bit.”

  “Then perhaps you should go. This conversation is not helping you lengthen it.”

  Stephen opened his car door. “We should do this again in another decade.”

  “If you insist.”

  Stephen shook his head and got in his car. He drove away, and Dominic kept watching until his car disappeared down the road. Dominic had lain awake all night thinking about what he would say to Sophia. She'd made it clear she was tired of apologies and excuses and mere words. She needed a confident man who wouldn't walk around on eggshells, a man who would look at a woman, recognize her need, and take her into his arms to fulfill it over and over again. If that was what she wanted, he was going to spend the rest of the day giving it to her.

  Sophia came out onto the landing as Dominic closed the front door. His dark eyes met hers, and a shiver traveled down her spine. As he looked at her and moved up the stairs, she knew why he intimidated others. Had she hurt him so much he had retreated completely?

  “We need to talk, Dominic.”

  He grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. “Talking isn't what we need to do.”

  She grabbed hold of his belt to steady herself as he carried her up to the third floor. The impressive view of his ass kept her silent for another moment, but finally she asked, “What are you doing?”

  He ran his hand over her ass and slid one finger between her legs. “What you said you wanted.” He slapped her ass. “You said you wanted me to be a man and show you how I felt. So I'm going to.”

  He kicked his bedroom door open, set her down on the floor, and closed the door behind them. She reached out to touch his arm for balance as the blood rushed away from her head. He turned the key in its lock and then tossed the key across the room. She stared at him wide-eyed as he took her into his arms and kissed her without mercy or restraint. She closed her eyes and opened to him, reveling in the feel of his arms wrapped around her body and the searching need of his mouth locked to hers. He pushed her against the door and pressed the full length of his hard body against her.

  “What has gotten into you?” She gasped for breath when he released her from the kiss and ran his hands down her body.

  “Are you complaining?”

  He pulled her away from the door and into his arms. His mouth hovered over hers, and he inched back each time she tried to bring her lips to his. He licked her bottom lip before giving in and kissing her. The power of his searing kiss flowed over her. He moved around behind her and pulled her shirt over her head. He unclasped her bra and cupped her breasts. He pressed his rock-hard cock against her ass while he nibbled her ear.

  “No.” Her knees almost gave way.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

  “Then I'll tell you what's gotten into me.”

  He unzipped her jeans and slid his hand into them.

  “Six years of lust and longing.”

  He teased her clit and then let his fingers delve further.

  “Six years?”

  “Mmmm hmmm. And a very long night of lying awake fearing I had lost you.”

  She leaned her head back to brush her lips across his cheek. “You hadn't. I didn't mean what I said.” She ran her fingers into his hair and held tight as his fingers moved inside of her and his lips caressed her shoulder. “You could never lose me.”

  “The realization that you were right. I've punished and deprived both of us all these years.”

  He looked into her eyes as he turned her to face him, placing his hand over her heart and her hand over his.

  “We're made for each other. In here. Nothing else matters.”

  He carried her to the bed and set her down. He pulled her jeans and panties off and began to undress as well, his gaze roaming up and down her naked body.

  “That's an impressive list. I'm surprised you didn't break my door down at six this morning.”

  He laughed as he knelt between her legs. He caressed her thighs as he said, “I almost did. There was one more item on that list.”

  He ran one finger down her wet slit.

  “What?”

  “As I showered this morning, I couldn't stop thinking about your drawer full of sex toys.”

  He covered her pussy with his mouth and began to lick and suck her.

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��I'll have to let you play with them then.” She held his head in her hands as he sent her soaring. His tongue drove her wild as it flicked over her clit and then began to work inside of her.

  “I'm looking forward to it.”

  He climbed onto the bed with her and kissed her mouth while his fingers continued to tantalize her throbbing core.

  “I should have started yelling at you years ago.” She sighed as he slid two fingers deep inside her. “I would've if I'd known you would react this way.”

  He feathered kisses over her face.

  “It was my fault. You're where you belong now. We both are.”

  He gave her a wicked look.

  “How many times do I have to make you come to earn your forgiveness?”

  She took his face in her hands. “Just once.” She pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. She pumped his cock slowly as she moved into position. He watched her stroking him, his eyes dark with desire. She slid down onto him, taking several inches and then stopping. “I'm so close.” She took all of his length and settled down on his hips to give her body a moment to adjust. She put her hands on his shoulders and began to ride him.

  He groaned. “Don't hurt yourself,” he said in a teasing voice.

  She kissed his chin and gently bit his lower lip. “Now I know why you wouldn't swim with me. You couldn't have kept this a secret.”

  “I've been keeping secrets for far too long.” He grabbed her hips and began to thrust upwards. “I just might be insatiable now.”

  She tightened her grip on his shoulders. “I'm very glad to hear that.” She moaned deep in her throat as her orgasm threatened to break. “Oh god.”

  Dominic flipped her beneath him and plunged into her repeatedly. “I love you, Sophia.”

  “I love you too.”

  He pressed his lips to her ear. “Come for me.”

  He moved in and out even faster, and the friction and power of his thrusts sent her over the edge. She cried out until he captured her mouth in a consuming kiss. She held him close as she shook. Pleasure spread through her body in hot, rushing waves. His cock felt amazing buried in her trembling sex, and she arched against him to enjoy the feel of him. Her movements sent sparks of pure bliss down every nerve. Their first time had been enjoyable, but nothing compared to this joining. She truly felt as if they belonged to each other now. Every barrier between them had fallen away at last.

  He trembled as he pulled away and stroked her face. “My sweet girl.”

  She laughed. “Give your sweet girl what she wants.” She began to move again. “I want to feel you let go. I want you to fill me.”

  He shifted and pulled out of her to reposition himself. He got on his knees and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he lowered her onto his cock. The sensation of being filled by him again made her smile. He held her ass and moved her up and down on his shaft. She put her arms around his shoulders, and they exchanged soft kisses as he took her. He quickened his pace, and she knew she would come again. Another orgasm rocked her body, and as she enjoyed it she felt him thrust deep and find his own release. He clung to her as his body jerked and he moaned with pleasure, and then he gently placed her on the sheets. He moved off of her and lay on his side, and she went into his arms, nuzzling her head under his chin so she could hear his heart beating.

  After ten minutes of lying blissfully in each other's embrace, he pulled away to look down into her face. “We can have that talk now if you want to. If you think we still need to, that is.”

  She shook her head. “I'd rather talk about other things.”

  He raised one eyebrow. “Such as?”

  She propped herself on her elbow and raised one eyebrow back at him. “Six years, huh? I have you beat. I've had a crush on you ever since you brought me here.”

  He smiled at her and pushed a strand of hair off her face. “It was six years ago I realized my love for you had changed. Remember the night I cut my hand at that banquet?”

  She nodded. “Don't tell me it was my nursing skills.”

  “No. I was watching you, surrounded by men and looking so perfect and radiant. I finally let myself see you for the beautiful woman you had become. I was so jealous seeing you laugh with and smile at other men I broke the glass in my hand. That night I admitted to myself I was in love with you.”

  She turned his left hand over in hers and traced the scar on his palm. Then she stroked the right side of his face. He lowered his eyes, but he didn't pull away. She traced the scars on his cheek and then kissed him there. She lifted his hand and kissed it as well. “It's like your other scars. It happened because you loved someone.”

  He looked down at his palm. “That's a sweet way of looking at it. It proves what you said before though as well. Instead of breaking a glass in my repressed rage I should have walked over to you and whisked you onto the dance floor and told you how enchanting you looked.”

  “You can make up for it by doing so at your next charity dinner.”

  “That will surprise everyone. We might be wise to order a case of smelling salts.”

  “They won't be so very surprised if we simply announce our engagement first.”

  Dominic went still. “Sophia, we—”

  “We have lost time to make up for. Say you'll marry me, Dominic. I want to be your wife.”

  He pulled her into his arms. “I'll marry as soon as you want me to. Just name the day.” He kissed her and climbed on top of her again. “You can have anything you want. Anything. I want it to be perfect for you.”

  “It will be. I'll be marrying you.”

  He captured her mouth again, and it was over an hour before she got the chance to say another word.

  Dominic rolled over and wrapped his arms around Sophia. He loved waking up to the scent of her. He kissed her neck and shoulder to rouse her. She stirred in his arms and turned to him. He covered her mouth with his and ran his hand over her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and he began toying with them. She responded by deepening the kiss and running her fingers into his hair. She felt perfect, her warm naked body pressed close. He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth. His fingers moved lower as well, and he raked his teeth over her nipple the moment his finger grazed over her clit. She groaned and clung to him, shifting to kiss his shoulder. She pulled his face back up to hers for another kiss.

  He rubbed and pinched her clit as they kissed, letting his fingers dip down occasionally to feel how wet she was becoming. He tore his mouth from hers and moved down her body. She cried out when he began eating her pussy. He loved how she tasted and all the soft sounds she made as he licked her. He sucked her clit between his lips and worked his tongue over it until she trembled beneath him. He slid two fingers into her and caressed high and deep until he found the right spot. She whispered his name as she came, and he continued to tease her clit with his tongue as he enjoyed the feel of her clenching around his fingers. He ran his wet fingers over her thigh and then licked the sweet trail he'd left behind. He rolled her onto her stomach and kissed the dimples above her ass.

  “Get on your knees.”

  She did so, and he moved in behind her. He caressed her ass and let his cock play at her entrance. She inched back, but he did too. She made a frustrated sound and looked back at him. They had discovered quickly that she loved being taken from behind, and he'd fucked her this way every morning for the past week.

  “Patience, sweetheart.” He stroked himself as he looked into her eyes.

  She turned and began licking his cock. “Please? I want you inside me.”

  She took the head into her mouth, and the sweetness of it made him gasp. He touched her cheek and stroked into her mouth a few inches. She moved her tongue in maddening circles, and his blood grew hot under her attentions. He pulled out and grabbed her ass to turn her back around. She laughed, but then she let out a yelp of surprise when he plunged into her and gave her his full length.

  He held her firm
ly and began to fuck her. He had never imagined in any of his fantasies that she would feel this good. Her tight pussy was always hot and welcoming, and all he had to do to get her wet was kiss her. They'd been made for each other. They fit together perfectly, and her body accepted and caressed his cock in ways that drove him wild. He lost all control every time she came. She clenched around him and thrust back, taking her pleasure into her own hands and finding release. Her pussy milked him, and he slowed to savor every moment of it. As her tremors slowed he quickened his pace again.

  She moaned and said, “I want to see you.”

  He was so close, but he couldn't refuse her. He pulled back and flipped her over before entering her again. She wrapped her legs around him and held him so close he could only pull out of her an inch, so he began to grind inside her, swirling his hips. She caressed his face and never took her eyes from his. She began arching her hips, and he pounded her into the mattress as their lips met. He came in a hot burst and poured himself into her. The pleasure of making love to her surrounded him. Her love engulfed him, and he thanked every power in existence that she was his. They remained joined together as he grew still to enjoy the bliss of what they had just done. Every inch of his body tingled as they continued to kiss.

  When they finally parted, he stretched out beside her and opened his arms for her. “My sweet girl.” He kissed the top of her head as she snuggled close to him.

  “You know something?”

  “What?”

  She tipped her head to look into his eyes. “Everything changed that day you said we could take a trip together. I began to believe we'd be together soon, but if anyone had told me that trip would turn out to be our honeymoon I'd never have believed them.”

  He laughed. “I was so happy you wanted me to go with you. Every day I think back over the past few years and see so many signs. I wish I hadn't been so blind.”

  “You're more than making up for it now.”