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  She stood up and he feared he’d blown it. Said too much too soon.

  “Kalen, I came here because I left something in your bedroom. May I?”

  “Of course.” He stood up and followed her.

  It must be the gold chain. He’d given it to her the night she’d come here and they’d put it aside when they made love afterward. They both forgot about it and he hadn’t noticed it again until after the party. He’d intended to give it to her the next time he saw her. And he had absolutely resolved to find a way to see her again.

  The fact that she was still willing to accept the gift encouraged him. She walked toward the bedside table, but he’d moved it to his dresser. He turned and picked up the box.

  “It’s here, Holly,” he said as he turned toward her again.

  But she wasn’t looking for the box on the table. She stood beside the bed watching him.

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  He shook his head in confusion. “What is it then?”

  He hadn’t seen any lingerie or other personal items she’d left behind.

  She smiled and stroked her hand over his duvet. “I was referring to the memory of you telling me you loved me for the first time. That’s very precious to me.”

  His heart stopped at her words. Her brown eyes glittered with emotion.

  “It’s precious to me, too,” he said, not sure where this was going, and afraid to hope.

  “I’ve decided to let go of the past. And of my insecurities. I’ll bring good memories forward with me. And I’m ready to make new, happy memories.” She reached her hand toward him. “And I think you’re just the person to help me do that.”

  His heart swelled. He strode forward and took her hand, delighting in the feel of it in his.

  “I want that, too. I want us to be together.”

  She smiled. “Then why don’t you kiss me?”

  He laughed with pure joy as he dragged her into his arms. At the feel of her soft lips beneath his he could barely contain his happiness. She kissed him with passion and enthusiasm, her hands stroking through his hair.

  Oh, God, he loved this woman.

  Her hand glided down to his chest and flattened on it, then she pressed him away from her. His stomach clenched. Had he misread the situation? Had he pushed too fast?

  She stepped back, but then with a smile, she unzipped the front of her black dress and dropped it to the floor. His jaw dropped at the sight of her in a sheer black lace bra, skimpy panties, and a garter belt and stockings.

  His gaze traveled down her body in awe.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “When you look at me like that”—she beamed—“I believe you.”

  He could see it in her stance. Her shoulders back, her head held high.

  He stepped forward and stroked her hair, the silky strands gliding through his fingers. He couldn’t stop gazing into her glittering eyes.

  She giggled. “So what are you waiting for?” She tipped up her face, offering her lips.

  He swooped down and captured them. At the gentle nudge of her tongue, he opened his mouth. She glided inside and he suckled, drawing her deeper inside. Their tongues tangled and undulated together, the blazing kiss building in passion . . . higher and higher . . . until finally their mouths parted, the two of them panting for breath.

  When he felt her hand glide down his stomach, then over his swelling erection, he stifled a groan. He pulled off his sweater and tossed it aside, then unbuckled his belt. She tugged down the zipper and stroked the tip of him, already surging above the waistband of his jeans. Only the thin cotton of his boxers was between her fingers and his cock.

  He tugged them, freeing his cock to her touch. She smiled, gazing at his big cockhead.

  “I’ve missed this.”

  She knelt in front of him and pressed her mouth to him. Her soft tongue lapped at him, swirling over the tip then around the sides until she was licking under the ridge.

  “Oh, God, Holly.”

  She pushed his pants and boxers to the floor, and wrapped both her hands around his thick shaft. Her soft fingers . . . and her sweet lips . . . moved on him, sending him to heaven.

  He stroked her hair from her face. “Oh, baby . . .”

  Then she took his cockhead into her warm mouth and he groaned.

  But as wonderful as it felt, right now he wanted to touch her . . . to pleasure her.

  Kalen’s mammoth cockhead pulled from her lips as he crouched in front of her. He kissed her, then drew her to her feet and urged her back to the bed. He sat down and guided her to stand between his knees, then he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. When he drew it from her body, the rapt delight in his eyes took her breath away.

  This man made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Just by the way he looked at her.

  He stroked her breast softly, like it was something precious and rare. Then he stroked the other. Her nipples tightened to hard beads. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth. She moaned softly as he suckled, her fingers stroking through his dark, wavy hair.

  He sucked harder and she gasped, feeling light-headed. She felt herself turned around, then floating backward as he lowered her onto the bed. Seconds later she was lying across the bed, her legs spread wide, her panties gone.

  His fingertip glided over her folds, barely touching them, sending quivers through her. When his mouth lowered to her and brushed over her intimate flesh, she moaned. His tongue burrowed in, swirling inside her. Then his thumbs parted her folds, exposing her clitoris. He licked it and pleasure rippled through her.

  He lapped and suckled, building a heat inside her that coiled deep and tight. His fingers slipped inside her and stroked the slick walls of her channel, sending blissful sensations vibrating inside her.

  “Oh, Kalen. I’m going to come.”

  He smiled against her. “I know, baby. Let it happen.”

  He teased her clit mercilessly and the heat inside her swelled, the coil tightening more and more . . . until finally it snapped . . . spiraling outward in a cataclysmic deluge of frantic delight.

  She wailed, arching against him, and shattered in a storm of ecstasy.

  When she collapsed on the bed, he prowled over her, his face beaming.

  “I love making you come.” He leaned in and kissed her neck, sending tingles dancing down her back. “So much so,” he murmured against her ear, “that I’m going to do it all over again.”

  He pressed his cockhead to her opening. Slowly, he pressed inside, allowing his thickness to stretch her gradually. She relaxed, taking him deeper and deeper.

  “Oh, God, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how big you are.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked hesitantly.

  She cupped his tight ass with both hands and giggled. “Never.”

  He pushed deeper still until finally he was all the way inside, gazing at her with passion blazing in his eyes.

  “I love being inside you.” His eyes darkened and he kissed her.

  “I love it, too.” She squeezed around him and he groaned.

  He drew back, then slowly glided deep again. He kept on moving insider her, pumping into her in slow strokes.

  “Holly, I love you.” His eyes glittered as he gazed at her.

  She stroked his cheek, her heart swelling. “I love you, too,” she murmured.

  She felt his cock pulse inside her, sending shimmers of delight radiating through her.

  “Oh, God,” he groaned.

  He pulled back and glided deeper. Picking up speed until he was thrusting into her.

  “Oh, yes. Oh, Kalen.”

  Need rocked through her as his big cock filled her again and again.

  “I’m so close,” she whispered, barely able to speak. Sparks of delight flared through her like fireworks, searing her to the core.

  “Come for me, baby.” The tenderness of his voice . . . his fingers combing through her hair . . . the deep thrusts of his huge cock.<
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  She arched against him, a moan starting deep in her throat, then spiraling outward as an orgasm blasted through her. Scorching. Mind shattering.

  Flinging her to ecstasy.

  He thrust into her and groaned as liquid heat filled her.

  The feel of him releasing inside her sent quivers dancing through her body.

  She lay in his arms, hugging him tightly. He nuzzled her neck and stroked her hair back.

  This man wanted her. Loved her.

  He would do anything to be with her.

  And she felt the same way about him.

  “I wish we could stay like this forever,” he murmured against her ear.

  She smiled, her whole being shimmering with complete and utter happiness, and she kissed him.

  “I don’t see why we can’t.” She stroked his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to Rose and Emily. We make a great team!

  Thanks to Mark, Matt, and Jason for all your support and love.

  About the Author

  Opal Carew is the New York Times bestselling author of nineteen previous erotic romances for St. Martin’s Griffin. Visit her on the Web at www.opalcarew.com.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

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  Copyright Page

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  BIG PACKAGE. Copyright © 2016 by Opal Carew. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010.

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  First Edition: October 2016

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