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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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His other hand on the move now, traveling down, down, to caress the slick, wet folds between her legs. Oh God . . . Oh God . . . He dipped a finger inside her. More. She wanted more. Everything tightened around her. A moan escaped from between her lips. His face was taut with need, with longing. Sarah was unable to look away, drowning in his eyes, panting slightly, but it was impossible to contain the unfamiliar sensations that were roaring through her. Trembling, she was trembling as he caressed her most intimate parts with his knowledgeable fingers, which seemed to know just exactly where to touch.

“Mick,” she moaned. “Please . . .” He caught her other nipple between his finger and thumb, giving it a soft caress. He slid another long finger inside, stretching her further, to join the steady pulsing in and out, slick with her juices. His thumb gently circling over the swollen quivering nub, pressing down occasionally, then circling again, as his fingers inside her mirrored what his cock would soon do. Higher and higher she traversed, past the moon and the stars. “Mick . . . I’m . . . I’m . . . going to . . .” Mick curved his fingers inside her and began stroking some kind of magical spot she didn’t know was there, his other hand at her breast, ruthless now, his finger and thumb clamping down hard on her nipple. The sudden sharp sensation sent Sarah flying over the edge. Wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her, and a startled cry ripped from her throat as her convulsing body shattered into a million pieces. A million pieces flying outward all in the safety of his arms. “Sarah. Oh, baby,” Mick murmured. “You humble me.” He swept her still-shivering body into his arms and strode through the living room to the bedroom beyond.

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Somewhere along the journey from the living room to the bedroom, Sarah had managed to loosen his towel. It dropped to the floor. Mick shoved it out of the way with his foot as she nuzzled her face into his neck. “Before we go any further, we need to have the talk.” Her voice was low and throaty, the sound of pure sin, making coherent thoughts difficult.

“The talk . . . ?” What was that? Some kind of woman-speak clearly, but for what? And then an image dropped into his sex-muddled brain. Sarah in a wedding dress smiling at him as she walked down the aisle. Oh . . . The Talk. Once he had the thought, it made perfect sense. Mick had known from the moment he met her that she was not a one-and-done kind of woman. She was permanence and forever and a warm, welcoming home. Mick was used to making snap decisions based on his gut. His work required it. “Right. The talk. Consider yourself engaged. We’ll go out tomorrow morning and shop for a ring.”