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"Hmm," I ask, running my fingertips over his body, learning the definition of his muscles, the texture of his skin, the warmth of him. Time stretches and I wonder if he's going to ever say what he was going to. I try not to think. Just feel.
He lifts up, meeting my gaze, serious as I've ever seen him.
"You're mine," he says finally.
"Thank God," I breathe.
We both smirk then laugh.
"Pizza? Then go again?" he asks.
"Mmm," I purr when he presses his lips against mine. "Perfect."
"Yes." He kisses the tip of my nose. "You are."
Yep. If I hadn't been before, I would be now… totally, completely, head over heels for Derrick Pierce.
