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“Couldn’t hurt.” I offer up a flirty grin, and she shakes her head. She’s wet as hell at this point, and when she slips over me again, I can’t take anymore. “Aurora… Fuck. I want a night where this takes all night with you. But tonight, I just want to be inside you. Have you take what you need from me before we lose it to another interruption.”
“That’s fair. Since you got robbed of it earlier.” She gives me a playful look and then nods to the nightstand. “Condom?”
“Yes.” I reach over and grab one out of the drawer, ripping it as fast as I can and rolling it on after she shifts to make room.
She slides over me again, testing me a few times before she finally guides me inside. I have to close my eyes and take deep breaths.
“Fuck. You’re so tight on my cock. You feel so fucking good, Aurora.”
She starts to move, and I do my best to mute the moans that escape, trying to keep them quiet and reminding myself that there will be more of this in the future. A day when I can take my time and control the pace with her. But right now, I just want her to fuck me however she needs it.
“I wish we’d done this sooner,” she gasps and then starts to fuck me harder. I use my fingers to help work her clit in tandem with the way she moves, and she whimpers her approval. Crying out for me and saying my name in soft little gasps that I pray are quiet enough to keep us from being discovered. I stare in awe at how gorgeous she is, how perfect she feels, and the way her body moves in the moonlight. I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I’m hoping it lasts.
“Oh god. It’s so good. I think I’m going to come already. I’m sorry.” She looks at me remorsefully, and I shake my head.
“Don’t be sorry. Come for me. You ride me so well. So perfect, Aurora.” I encourage her and a couple of moments later her hands are braced on my chest as she rides out the last of her orgasm, tightening around me and taking me with her over the edge.
I groan as I feel her take the last of me, and she slowly pulls away. She collapses on her side on the bed, and I make quick work of the condom and we both get cleaned up before we return to bed.
I brush the hair out of her face and kiss her temple. She looks sated—happier and more content than I’ve seen her in a long time. The kind that I can feel reflected in my own heart. She reaches out for me and wraps her arm around my waist. I slip mine around her shoulders and kiss her one last time on the tip of her nose. We fade into sleep like that, the two of us finally entwined the way we should be.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Aurora
The next morning we’re in the kitchen making breakfast when there’s a knock at the door. Gabe and I exchange confused looks, but he goes to answer it. I hear the sound of the door opening and a low exchange of words.
“Aurora!” Gabe calls for me and my anxiety rises. I can’t think of any reason Gabe would need me at the door. At least not any good reason. I set the spoon down on the counter and round the island to get to the hallway when I stop dead in my tracks.
It’s David.
As I regain my composure and walk down the hall, Gabe turns back to look at me. I can see the flicker of a question in his eyes—can tell he’s wondering how I’m going to handle this. See him struggling with howheshould handle this. We’ve barely had a chance to explore what’s going on between us.
“I’ve got it…” I say softly to Gabe. His brow furrows, but he nods and lets go of the door, leaving me standing in front of a bedraggled-looking David.
“Aurora.” It’s all he says. His eyes are glassy and red. His clothes look like he probably slept in them on the plane.
“You should have called.”
“Would you have let me come?”
“No. But we could have talked on the phone.”
“I think this requires an in-person conversation, and if you won’t come to me then I don’t have any choice but to come to you.”
“Well… you’re here now.”
“Can I come in?”
“I don’t think that’s a great idea. Gabe’s daughter is here. We can sit out here on the porch.” I step outside and close the door behind me. David gives me a skeptical look and then his jaw goes tight.
“Fine.” He steps to the side, and we walk over to sit in the chairs.
He looks me over for a moment, and my heart races in my chest. I wonder if he can tell I slept with Gabe last night—if it’s written all over my face and body. Because it feels like it is. It feels like it’s tattooed permanently on me.
“I don’t know what you want to discuss that we didn’t already discuss on the phone though.”
“We’re supposed to get married tomorrow.”
