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She could only hold her arms out to him.

Cade needed no further encouragement. With a moan, he lowered his head to hers, and their lips met once again. Slowly, he began to move, filling her so deliciously and wonderfully she couldn’t keep still. Raising her hips, she met his thrusts. Her movement was awkward at first until she found her rhythm until they were in sync with one another.

Cade raised his head, his gaze roaming her face, eyes full of love. Their hands found each other, twining together and holding on tight as they continued to gyrate, grind and move in a dance as old as time. Waves of fiery heat rippled through her body. Her desire for him was so powerful, she didn’t think she’d be able to handle what she knew would be another cataclysmic orgasm. If the first one was powerful, she knew this one would be nothing short of that or more so.

Again, she couldn’t help wondering if this was a dream she’d wake from any minute. If it was, Jocelyn intended to hold on until the very end, not wanting this to end. Ever.

Their coming together was a balm to the years of pain and separation they’d suffered. It touched the deepest part of her soul knowing he was willing to be with her, despite what he’d learned. Some uncertainty still lurked in the recesses of her mind, but that was something they’d discuss later. For now, she simply wanted to enjoy this moment.

Squeezing his hands as a familiar tingling worked its way along every nerve ending in her body, Jocelyn knew her climax was near. “Cade, I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” she groaned.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Don’t ever hold anything back from me.”

Just as she’d predicted, she reached her peak. Her body convulsed uncontrollably. Never had she experienced something so powerful. It was like an awakening of her soul. “Cade! Oh, God! Cade!”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m coming, too.” Gritting his teeth, he braced his upper body on his forearms, threw back his head and released a loud grunt before filling her * with his seed. His body jerked and shook for several moments before he collapsed into Jocelyn’s waiting arms. “I love you,” he whispered against her skin.

Jocelyn, no longer able to hold back the emotion within her, burst into tears.


Chapter Fourteen

Cade rolled off Jocelyn and pulled her within the crook of his arm, alarm filling him. He thought they’d shared something pretty special, but had it been too much for Jocelyn? The last thing he wanted was to make her feel obligated to be with him intimately, which was why he’d kept asking her if it was okay. Now, he silently cursed himself. He should have been more firm in his resolve to give her time. Feeling like a major *, he cuddled her against him. “I’m so sorry, darling. Please forgive me.”

She raised her head with a sniff, a bewildered look on her face. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because we probably shouldn’t have done this. You weren’t ready for this, but I couldn’t keep my hands off of you. Not that it’s an excuse.” Releasing her, he sat up, raking his fingers through his hair. “Dammit, I’m no better than those animals who—”

“Please don’t say it, Cade. You’re nothing like them. Do you hear me? Nothing!”

Shame washed through him. “But you weren’t ready.”

She snorted, wiping a tear away. “I think the only person qualified to know whether I’m ready for this is me, don’t you think?”

“But you were crying.”

“I was crying because it was a beautiful moment, you idiot! I was crying because I love you, and because I never thought I’d ever feel this way again. I believed I’d been robbed of my capability of being aroused, and of loving. Tonight, you helped me to heal.”