“Closer,” I begged, rolling onto my side. “I need you.” His arm came around me, pulling my back flush against his bare chest before settling his hand against my lower belly. “I’m right here, baby.” His breath was hot on my neck, and then his lips were on my skin, pressing soft, hot kisses to my neck and collarbone. “You are not your father’s daughter, and there’s no orchard in the world far enough from the tree your apple fell from.” His arms tightened around me, the heat from his body cocooning me. “He won’t break you, because I won’t let that happen. Not ever.” “I love you, Johnny Kavanagh,”
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