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A great sense of loss overcame him as he slipped his fingers from the heat of her body. Had to be in her now. Nothing else edged out his focus as he yanked off his clothes in hasty, careless movements. The last shred of his sanity had him pulling a condom from his wallet and rolling it on over his aching cock. Even the simple feel of his own touch pushed Remi closer to the edge. Taking deep breaths and praying for some type of control, he angled Kelli further up the bed.

Chapter Eight

 
With slow and jerky movements, Remi knelt between her thighs, his cock hanging heavy and eager. His prayers must have gone unanswered, because when he saw her wide open and wet for him, his self control melted out of existence.

“Kelli,” he mumbled, half out of his mind with the need to ram inside her, to mark her and claim her so no other male would ever share the pleasure of seeing his woman this way.

He bent her legs back, making her wide open and ready for him as he positioned himself at the entrance to her very wet and greedy pussy. Remi rolled his hips and thrust his entire length inside her.

“Fuck, chère
,” he panted around the raw nerves burning to possess her.

“So wet and tight.” He gave another shove until there was no more of him to bury, her slick flesh like fluid lava enclosing his cock.

And Remi, the alpha, the dominant, master between the sheets, knew he wouldn’t make it beyond half a dozen strokes, if that.

Pressing more of his weight onto her so that his body fell at just the right angle, with every rough thrust he pushed against her hungry clit, riding her through the waves of desperation, through the hurricane of need, fighting to watch her face, her expression, but mostly her beautiful, green eyes.

Remi did everything in his power to hold out, to hold on, to make their joining last as long as possible. The feelings were too good to even want it to end. Instead, he caved, as Kelli matched his rhythm thrust for thrust, hips stroking, her silky inner walls clamping around his erection. Heels dug into the base of his spine as she wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist to pull him closer and deeper.

Kelli screamed, digging the blunt tips of her nails into the hard flesh of his shoulders. As the first waves swept her under, Remi gave up and allowed himself to let go and let the pleasure take him with her as the world exploded in vibrant colours around their grasping and entwined bodies.

Even as the orgasm took him under, Remi never took his eyes off Kelli while she came. His woman in the middle of orgasm was a thing of beauty, one he could easily get addicted to. He watched the way her eyes went wide, took in the rosy flush of her skin and the mewling screams of bliss escaping from her. He shouted, screaming her name as he came in the latex barrier, pounding hard, shoving every bit of himself inside her clasping depths, the world spinning out of control.

Only when the violent spasms subsided did he collapse to the side, not wanting her to bear the pressure of his weight.

“Shit,” he panted, dragging Kelli against his side as he struggled to regain his ability to breathe. “I’m sorry,
chère
.”

“What…for?” His ego gave a nice little jump at the breathlessness of her voice.

“I meant what I said. I wanted to sleep with you and wake up with you in my arms. Maybe cook breakfast together, do laundry or wash the car. You know—normal couple stuff that normal people in relationships do on weekends.”

Remi wanted to kick himself for rushing. He really had meant to take his time, build the passion slowly, let her come a few times before getting down to it. He’d blown his chance to show her he really did know how to treat a lady. Hell, he’d be lucky if Kelli allowed him enough time to grab his pants from the floor before she threw him out.

Kelli was too special to rush things with. Remi was done being terrified by the emotions she brought out in him. He loved her.

No sense of panic set in as he allowed the words to settle in his soul. Only a feeling of rightness and absolute contentment that bathed his soul with a sense of peace.

Taking his life in his hands, Remi brushed the damp strands of hair from her flushed face and gently pressed soft kisses on her glowing, sweat-dampened hairline, inhaling the perfume of sex and their combined scents.

“Are you speaking to me?” he asked. A tentative smile formed on his lips when Kelli didn’t immediately swat his hands away. “I can get down on my knees and beg, if necessary.”

A dark brow lifted in amusement as her eyes danced. “Only if I can pick the place,” she teased.

The humour in her voice lifted the weight from his chest and, for the first time since he walked into her office, Remi felt like he could actually draw in a full breath. “So.” He cocked his own brow back at her. “You willing to take a chance on me now, on us?”

The humour slipped from her gaze as she rolled to lie on his stomach. Soft, plump breasts pressed against his chest and somehow his cock found the energy to rise again. But for now he ignored the stubborn thing and focused on Kelli.

“I never believed in much until you came along. Even then, I didn’t trust our initial reaction. You had to go and prove me right.”

Remi opened his mouth to protest, but Kelli cut him off by putting her fingers over his mouth. “Shh,” she whispered, “let me finish.”

Remi nodded and dropped his head back to the pillow.

“No one ever let me in, let me see so deep inside themselves before. When you did, I didn’t know what to think or how to react. It was like you looked into my heart and gave me every dream I’d never even known to pray for.” Tears threatened to spill over before Kelli blinked them back, cleared her throat and finished her explanation. “I’m going to trust you, Remi, because it’ll hurt more if I don’t. If I don’t take this chance on us, then I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering and I refuse to live that way anymore. I refuse to pretend I don’t already love you when I do. So here’s me saying yes, offering you my trust and heart. Please don’t break either one.”

This time, he was the one with tears brimming in his eyes and, with no sense of hesitation, Remi let the salty fluid escape and trickle down his face. “
Chère
.” He pressed fast, hard kisses to the pulse of her throat, the tender skin of her temples and finally her eyelids. “You are my world. I’d rather cut out my own heart than do anything to make you turn your back on me. I love you, Kelli. I love everything about you and if I didn’t think you’d run away screaming I’d be down on one knee asking you to be my wife.”

He watched her expression carefully, his heart expanding at the sheer joy and wonder in her eyes. “You want to marry me?”

“More than I’ve wanted anything in my life,” he told her sincerely, cupping her beautiful face in his hands. “You are my life, my heart and my soul. Kelli, you’re the reason I breathe. How can I not want you as my wife, to live with me and share our lives together?”

Without saying anything else, Kelli threw herself into Remi’s arms. “I do love you, you sneaky Cajun. I’d love to spend the rest of my life as your wife and mother to your children.”

“Oh God,
chère
, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

Sniffling back a few tears, she blinked rapidly at him, her big, green eyes glowing with love. “Then show me,” she leant down to whisper softly in his ear, before quickly nipping the tender flesh. “We’ve got those three boxes of condoms and we shouldn’t let them go to waste.”

Remi needed no further encouragement as he brought their bodies together and set out to prove that she’d never have a reason to regret giving him a second chance. Even if it meant keeping her in bed or on other flat surfaces for the rest of their lives.

Grinning, Remi couldn’t think of a better or more fulfilling way to spend his life than loving the beautiful woman in his arms.