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time, stroking him in rhythm with her hands. His stomach muscles clenched, as if he was losing himself, and he huffed out a helpless noise.
    “Not yet, big boy,” she murmured, standing then straddling his lap.
    His hands were stony as he gripped her hips, and lifted her high enough so he could slide into her. Her breath shook as he filled and stretched her. He was big, and she was tight, but she’d been ready for that and gripped his hair until the base of his cock bumped her clit. A moan escaped her lips as she rocked her hips and felt him against her sensitive spot again. He dipped down, drew the tightened bud of her nipple into his mouth, and lapped it to the rhythm of her rolling hips.
    “Hadley,” he pleaded in a broken whisper.
    She loved this, owned this. She felt powerful in his arms. Beautiful. Pressure filled her, pressing against her insides as the friction of their joining became more intense. “Oh!” she called out, arching against him as he brought his lips against her throat.
    Colin bucked against her faster now, like his control was slipping. The bed creaked under him, and she clung tighter to his neck. And as the first wave of pleasure crashed through her, she brushed her teeth against his shoulder, tasting his skin.
    “Hadley!” he gritted out as his hips froze.
    Warmth shot into her, and he thrust erratically into her as her body pulsed around him. Breath ragged, he rubbed her back like he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her. His heartbeat against her chest slowed as his hips stilled, and at last, he pulled her back onto the bed, still burrowed inside of her, and cradled her against him.
    And that was the moment for her.
    All of the witty banter and late night chats with him online were nothing compared to this connection she felt with him now. He was everything, consuming, mysterious, and gentle enough to hold her after what they’d done instead of push her away. He was different. Down to her core, she knew he was different from any man she’d ever met—from any man who she’d ever meet again. Everyone would be compared to Colin from here on, and none would match up.
    “Hadley?” he murmured against her ear.
    “Hmm?”
    “I know you don’t much like the holiday, but tomorrow I want to take you out. Will you be my Valentine?”
    Her chest felt too small for her heart. She wanted to cry at his sweetness. She wanted to hug him up tight and never let him go.
    With a gentle kiss to one of the curved scars across his shoulder, she whispered, “I will on one condition.”
    “Mmm,” he said in a sleepy, satisfied voice, his voice rattling against her cheek as she rested it on his chest. “And what’s that?”
    She inhaled deeply and hoped she wasn’t pushing too hard or too fast. “I’ll be yours if you let me in.”

Chapter Four
    Hadley studied the picture on the wall nearest the kitchen. There were probably fifty men, women, and children in different states of chaos. One woman reached for a child who was streaking out of the picture, one man lay in front of the group on his side with a comical grin. A blond-haired woman sat atop the shoulders of a short, stalky man. And on the end, a man who looked suspiciously like Colin leaned on a stoic looking bruiser, holding bunny ears behind his head.
    “Is this you?” she asked, pointing.
    Colin turned from the fragrant, steaming pot of chili he was cooking over the stove. His look darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Yeah.”
    “Is this some sort of camp picture?” The row of cabins in the background made it look like a wilderness retreat. Perhaps these were his coworkers, all out for a weekend event.
    “Those,” Colin said with his back to her, “were my people.”
    “Your people,” she repeated, staring at the glossy eight by ten. “What does that mean? Was it a family reunion or something?”
    “I used to live with them before I moved up here.” His tone had gone cold and emotionless, and it conjured