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I lick at the seam of her lips, tasting her. So sweet, the same cherry lip gloss she always wore bright on my tongue as I slide into her warm mouth.

I love this woman.

Her hand winds around the back of my neck, twining in my hair, and my body floods with heat. Dick rock hard in my jeans. Our tongues tangle, dancing together, and I wrap my arms around her. Bringing her in close to me, no space left between us anymore.

Erasing at least some of the hurt.

Moving from her hips down to her ass, I palm the round globes. Such a fine ass. I squeeze her cheeks lightly, and she shimmies against me. My erection presses against her flat stomach, and I’m certain she can feel the effect she’s having on me.

Her nails scrape against the tender skin at the nape of my neck, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine, balls tightening. Lower torso taut, ready to spring into action.

I want Juliet. All of her.

I need her to be mine.

She pulls away, breaking the kiss. Her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, lips swollen, she’s never been more gorgeous than she is right now.

“King . . .”

Holding my breath, body aching, I wait. A light breeze blows, the waves of her hair feathering over her shoulders.

“I don’t know if I can do this again.”

My chest contracts so hard I think I might crack a damn rib. I need to convince her to take another chance on me. On us.

But the words catch in my throat. A frog croaks somewhere nearby as I search for the right thing to say.

All I manage to get out is one syllable.

“Please.”

Something flashes across her face, but it’s so quick I can’t quite read the reaction. She turns her face toward the water, away from me.

I silently pray to God she reconsiders, blood whooshing loud in my ears.

“How do I know I can trust you? That you’re not going to shatter my heart into a million pieces again?” She locks wide eyes on mine, gazing up at me through thick lashes.

Something twists hard and tight inside me.

Shatter my heart again.

I lace my fingers through hers. Her hands so small in mine.

“You just have to trust me, Juliet.”

Her lower lip trembles as she takes a shuddery breath.

“I don’t know if I can.” The words a whisper, so quiet I barely catch them.

I have to make her believe in me.

“What do you want from me? You want me to beg? Throw myself at your feet? What?”

She shakes her head. “No. Well, maybe ...”

“Oh, c’mon,” I grumble, frowning.

“I mean, I do like bringing you to your knees.”

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