Though emotionally keyed up, he felt supremely content to lie awake with Kate’s body tucked against his, to listen to and feel her steady, deep breathing as she dreamed. He was enveloped in a sense of well-being he didn’t think he’d ever experienced before, at least not since he was a small child. It wasn’t all lovey-dovey, either. He also felt pretty damned smug. He’d had her. After wanting it for so long and imagining it nearly every night for the past couple of years, he’d finally been able to take her. To please her. To hear her call out his name and feel those familiar hands on him, everywhere… And it had been better than he’d ever guessed. He hoped she felt the same. He hoped he’d been the best she’d ever had, and that any man who came next would have a hell of a time making her forget it. He frowned, considering such an eventuality. He loathed it when Kate had dates. Her choices…they probably weren’t terrible, if Ty looked at them with some degree of objectivity.
