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“You’ve never slept with anybody till me, Trudy?”

Tru thought the self-satisfied grin tugging her lips was heart stopping, and when she lowered her head to his chest once more, he felt the curve of her smile on his bare skin. “Does heavy petting count?”

He shook his head. “No. Are you really telling me that before tonight, you’d never…”

“Now I have.” With that Trudy traced a heart on his chest and drew an arrow through it.

He loved that she did that. She was amazing. She meshed with him on an intellectual level, and in bed she was insatiable. Now she was as cuddlesome as a kitten. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Are you grilling me, Truman Steele?” she teased, squinting playfully as she fished around her ankles, pulling up a sheet to cover their naked bodies. “If so, I warn you I’m a force to be reckoned with.”

“So I’ve discovered.”

“Maybe you should call for backup,” she quipped.

He kissed her lightly, affection that surprised him swelling his heart and spreading warmth through his limbs. “No backup,” he warned. “I want you all to myself. I’m not sharing.”