Evening came and no one came knocking on their door. No one called. They spent it watching television and cuddling.

  When Katherine awoke, she felt a hard body and soft lips pressed to her skin. Cage's lips moved over her right shoulder lazily, his long lashes brushing against her skin, making her want to giggle. Her body went rigid for a second before she relaxed into his touch.

  "Awake?" Cage asked, his teeth scraping over her neck. She whimpered his name as she felt her n.i.p.p.l.es hardening. The rush in her stomach told her that she was on her way to be wet and ready for him. Just from simple touches.

  She craned her neck so that she could see his face. "What's the time?" she whispered, scared that she would break the moment. She wriggled her ass against him suggestively, letting him know that he was starting something that he would have to finish. Otherwise, she would not hold back her wrath. He'd been amazing in the afternoon.

  "It's close to 9 PM," he said softly, letting her play. She nodded, continuing her little dance.

  She'd taken her hard and fast in the kitchen, followed by a gentlemanly snack and some much needed making out and cuddling. She loved both sides of this man equally, the beast and the prince.

  Cage groaned as he rubbed himself against her butt. "You're teasing me!" he said.

  "It's called reciprocation, Mr. Cavanaugh. I enjoy a good game." Cage felt like he was being challenged, but he didn't bother about it much. Katherine would follow through if she wanted.

  He found himself grinning when she lopped her right leg over his. Taking the hint, he rubbed his length against her. She sucked in a surprised breath and Cage found himself feeling triumphant. Didn't she want to play? He could give her a little taste.

  "Katherine," he warned before he entered her, sending shivers through her body. He breathed into her ear as he pulled her closer, the warmth of his body substitution the chill of the mountain air. Sucking on her earlobe, he moved inside her slowly.

  His hand slid over her hip and he found her clit, moving it against her just like she liked him to.

  She let her head fall back, letting the overwhelming sensations overtake her. The speed remained slow, almost as if he was testing her limits, but doing so affectionately. She felt like a dead fish, letting him take her as he wished. But he didn't seem to mind.

  And she didn't think she would last long either. She had been waiting for this before she woke up. She didn't remember her dream, but it was definitely something naughty, brought about by the warmth of his n.a.k.e.d body against hers.

  She lifted her leg up higher, coercing him to shift. This time, he hit that sweet spot inside her that made her want to curl up in pleasure. He unerringly moved and she slowly realized that she would forget every other man she had been with.

  No, she didn't want to remember. She couldn't remember a time when he was not with her.

  'This is not good,' she thought as she finally let go, gripping his member. His lips were on her neck, barely kissing as he reached his limit, filling her.

  Slowly but steadily, he pulled out of her and held her tightly against him.

  She was always worried that the way he held her…… he was afraid that she would disappear. But she had never spoken of such a thing so she didn't understand what he was so scared of.

  "I love you," Cage said, surprising her. He had been clear about his feelings for her, but the words make her heart flutter. Had she heard correctly? Or was it wishful thinking?

  "Is it a post-coital confession?" she said in a low voice, just to make sure. She had to see his face when he answered, so she moved in his arms and turned so that she was facing him. His gaze bore into hers.

  And she saw it. He had meant it. She felt the prickle of tears in her eyes. She had known he liked her a lot, but the affirmation through the use of words just made it so much more real. Now, she had no doubt.

  She felt relief and joy but she didn't have time to inspect it further.

  "You love me?" she asked as if wanting to hear him say it again.

  "I love you," he confirmed, smiling. His eyes searched her face, looking for something. It took her a moment to realize that he wanted to hear her say it, see if she felt the same way.

  Stupid man. How could she not love him? Didn't he know what effect he had on her?

  She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. "I love you, too, Cage."

  The resulting goofy smile was everything she wanted but didn't know. Seeing this every day of her life would be her new mission from now.

  Make Cage happy.

  His lips were on hers and she felt herself laughing. Cage felt slightly offended that this woman could laugh when he was showing her his passion but let it go when he felt her fingers slip into his hair.

  He propped himself up, pressing Katherine into the mattress as he kissed her all over the face, peppering her with 'I love you's so that she would never have a doubt about his feelings.

  She lost count after ten and she hoped that she would hear it so often that she would never have to count again. Only, she promised to say it back as often as he did.

  This was the first time Katherine wanted to be so close to a person that she wanted to crawl into their skin.

  'Very creepy, Katherine,' she scolded herself internally.

  "I feel so stupid. I wanted to reveal my feelings to you with a scrumptious meal and a speech. But I came and blurted it out."