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look at me. Then look at Doyle. Of course you feel validated.”
    She snorted a laugh. “Is that what all this was leading up to? You want me to tell you how handsome and wonderful you are?”
    “Maybe.”
    “You don’t have to ask, you know. Didn’t I make it clear last night…and this morning?”
    “Hmm, I dunno. It’s still a bit fuzzy. I think you might need another demonstration for it to really stick.”
    She leaned over and kissed him. “After breakfast.”
    “Now.” He pulled her over by the ties on her robe, then dug his hands into her hair as he kissed her. He had managed to get the robe off and had her on his lap when the smell of burning bacon interrupted, and Isabelle leaped away to move the frying pan from the stove. He followed, flicking off the burners before grabbing her and carrying her back into the bedroom.
    From the bed, Isabelle watched their reflections in the mirror above the dresser as Dominic drove himself into her, his face buried in the curve of her neck. Her eyes traced the lines of his body from his muscular shoulders, down his back, to his thrusting hips, and she marveled that this man was in love with her.
    A glint from the stone in her engagement ring caught her attention, and she slid her left hand down his bicep, watching the diamond solitaire glitter. Her hand looked so small on his arm. He was cut out of marble, tall and broad, making her long angles soft by comparison. Everything about him made her soft, she thought as she wound her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting more. She could never get enough of the feel of his skin, his body rocking against hers.
    Dominic lifted his face to look into her eyes, tender and warm, before dropping his mouth to hers. For a few seconds, Isabelle lost track of everything but her building tension and the sound of her own breath. He made her feel things she hadn’t felt before. He made her forget there had ever been anyone else. With a few swift thrusts, he made her forget herself, losing everything in a wave of sensation that curved her spine up from the bed so that she was more of his body than her own.
    When she could release her white-knuckled hold on his shoulders, he shifted and rolled, easing her on top. Now he could watch her body move, and she drew herself up to put on a real show as she rolled her pelvis against his. Locked together with him like this, everything about her was a gentle curve. She felt like she’d been made for him.
    He closed his eyes, seeming to concentrate on his own pleasure, and she picked up her pace to help him along. She rocked against him until he let out a guttural cry, digging his fingers into her thighs as his back arched up, bouncing her forward against his chest. She had been made for him, she thought, as something like pride surged within her.
    After a few seconds, Dominic rolled her to his side, wrapping his arms around her with a contented yawn. Now he would sleep.
    Isabelle smiled to herself. How many times had this played out in the last year? She nestled down into her pillow, thinking of how it had all begun.
    A few of her friends had dragged her along to a race, and he had been a muddy mess when she’d met him. Neither the race nor the other drivers had held any charm for her, but there had been something special about Dominic. Still, she hadn’t entertained any fantasies, and she’d refused to give him her number, politely rebuffing his flirtation. Apparently, that wasn’t what he’d been used to.
    He’d spent two hours talking to her best friend, trying to find out details, before he managed to get her number. The first time he’d rung her up, she’d been pleasant but still refused to go out with him. He’d rung her every night for two weeks straight before she relented, and it was five dates before she’d allowed more intimacy than holding hands or a good-night kiss.
    “I’m a rules girl,” she had told him. “You have to work for me.”
    It had been a light way