"No, you didn't. You don't have to make up stuff like that to appease me." Her look of vulnerability was like a kick to the gut.
"I'm telling the truth, Em," he said firmly. "Why would I say such a thing if it wasn't true? I couldn't get you out of my head." So why the hell would he want another woman? This one was his ultimate fantasy.
She gave him a coy, teasing smile. "I hope I never leave your head, then."
He tugged her tighter against him and pulled her bent leg over his hip. "Never leave the bed I'm in, either," he murmured against her lips. "No matter where that bed may be."
"Really?"
He nodded.
She framed his face with her hands, her gaze delving deeply into his. "I love you, Nick."
His gut clenched and pleasurable happiness like he'd never felt before spread out through him. "Good god, Emily." She took his breath away.
"What? Don't you want me to love you?"
"Hell, yes. You better, because I love you. And I can't live without you."