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Lori had never been so overwhelmed, so completely swamped with desire—and pure, sweet emotion—for anyone. She’d always thought she’d given all of herself to her family, to her friends, to dancing. But when she was in Grayson’s arms, when he was loving her so beautifully, she knew she hadn’t even come close to the true depths of what she had to give.

Until he’d come into her life—or, rather, before she’d forced her way into his—she hadn’t known it was possible to feel this much.

She opened her mouth to tell him he was right, that she loved him, when he slid his fingers into her at the exact same time that his lips and tongue amped up their seduction of her most sensitive flesh. And if he hadn’t been there to gather her into his arms and hold her steady as she shook from the force of the pleasure of yet another shockingly strong climax, she would have slid all the way off the bed.

But nothing was forever. Sweetpea had taught her that. So she couldn’t wait another second to tell him how she felt, couldn’t take the time to find her breath, her voice, to wait until they weren’t naked and sweaty and wrapped up in each other.

“I love you.” She slid her arms around his neck but she didn’t kiss him again, not until she’d said it at least one more time. “I love you so much.”

His grin came fast, and was so darn beautiful that she was already grinning back as he said, “I knew it.”

How could she declare her love for him in one breath and want to growl at him in the next? “I wouldn’t have if I could have stopped myself.”

His smile grew even bigger. “You never stood a chance.”

She used her dancer’s strength to roll them over to straddle him once again. “Of course I did, you farmer.”

“Oooh, baby, you know I love it when you call me names. What else have you got?” he taunted.

“Big bully.”

He stroked her br**sts and cupped her hips with his deliciously big and calloused hands. “So hot. Give me more.”

“Blockhead.”

“You sitting on me naked, calling me all those names, is better than  p**n .”

She laughed despite herself and had to poke him in the chest to try to show him he hadn’t gotten the better of her. “You’re the one who never stood a chance.”

She expected him to laugh again, to tease her again. Instead, his expression grew serious.

“I never did, Lori, not for one single second.”

No matter what happened from here forward, she knew she’d never stop loving Grayson. It wouldn’t matter that their lives didn’t fit together. It wouldn’t matter that he deserved someone who could be a full-time farmer with him. It wouldn’t matter when she was three thousand miles away from him on a stage in a big city, dancing for a crowd of strangers.

She would still love him with her entire heart.

“Dance with me, Grayson.” Love was forever, but not everything else could be. So she’d take now...and she’d hold on to it for as long as she could. “Please, dance with me.”

Their bodies were poised to come together, and any other man would have been beyond frustrated with her for wanting to get up on their feet. Fortunately, Grayson had been frustrated with her from minute one, so at least he was used to it.

She climbed from his body even as he swung his feet to the rug beside his big bed. She loved that he’d built nearly everything in this room, that she could feel his touch in every surface, in the wood posts of the bed, in the welded ironwork of the head and footboards.

And then she was in his arms and they were dancing. There wasn’t much space on his bedroom floor, but they didn’t need it. Not when it was enough to just to be in each other’s arms and to sway to the music she was sure they both could hear.

Tears came again, falling as fast, as thick as they had before and, for the second time in one morning, he let her cry against his chest.

“It will be okay, sweetpea,” he said into her hair, using the same name for her that she’d used for the cat. “I promise it won’t hurt like this forever. One day you’ll feel better.”

But didn’t he know? “You’ve already made everything better.”

His mouth captured hers, and then he was lifting her up off the floor altogether so that her legs were wrapped around his hips and he was pressing her back down onto the bed and coming into her with slow, perfect heat.

“So have you,” he told her as he thrust into her and she met each thrust with the press of her hips against his. “Everything’s better now. So much better than it’s ever been. So much better than I ever thought it could be.”

His cheek was pressed up against hers and that was how they loved each other, with her smooth skin rubbing into his stubble, her hands holding onto him just as tightly as he was holding onto her.

Lori had always been loved by her family. She had seen the love between her siblings and their husbands and wives. She knew how it was to hold a baby niece and nephew in her arms and stare into pure wonder.

But it wasn’t until she was in Grayson’s arms, and he was kissing away her tears and caressing her so gently, so sweetly, until they were both shuddering with pleasure, that Lori finally learned what love truly was.

Addicting.

Selfless.

And entirely without bounds.

Chapter Twenty-two

Two days later, Lori still couldn’t believe Grayson had agreed to come to Sunday lunch with her. They’d dropped her rental car off first, and now, as she sat in the front seat of his truck, she couldn’t sit still. Taking him to meet her family was a really big next step for her. All the men she’d thought she’d been in love with before—now she knew none of them had ever meant anything to her because she’d never once been tempted to bring them home to meet her family.

When Grayson put his hand on her knee, she told him, “You don’t have to worry with my family,” even though he hadn’t said anything about being worried. “They’re amazing.”

“From everything you’ve told me, I’m sure they will be,” he said, but the muscle jumping in his cheek betrayed his obvious reservations.

“They’re going to love you,” she insisted.

“They’re going to take one look at me and instantly see that I’m not good enough for you,” he countered. “And six older brothers means I’m going to have to let each of them get at least one punch in.” He rubbed his jaw as if he could already feel the pain. “But don’t worry,” he said as he squeezed her knee and gave her a lopsided grin, “I won’t let them damage any of the good parts.”

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