Page 91 of Pretty Little Scars

Her hand ghosts down my back to my ass, and she pulls me to her, trying to get closer, even though we’re already skin to skin.

“Need you,” she whispers in the stillness. It’s a direct hit to my heart.

I glide my hand down her hip, her thigh, and then hitch her leg up over my hip and reach around to drag my finger through her already wet slit. Even in sleep, she’s ready for me.

And I know that she’s not quite awake. She’s in that in-between, when you’re so exhausted that you can’t come fully awake, and honestly, I’m not far from that myself.

But I need her as much as she needs me.

“Gonna slip inside you, Duchess.”

“Mm-hmm.” Her breath catches when I guide my cock to her entrance and push just the tip in, letting her adjust to me. “Monster.”

I grin against her forehead, and then tip her chin up so I can kiss her sweet mouth. “Fucking missed you like crazy.”

Our kiss is lazy, but full of heat and promise. Passion. When we’re usually loud and full of energy, this is quiet and soft, and when I push the rest of the way inside her, and she clenches down on me, we gasp and tip our foreheads together.

“So good,” she whispers.

“Everything.” I cup her cheek and continue to nibble her lips, rub my nose over hers, and slowly rock in and out of her in the slowest, sleepiest pace. I don’t want to wake her up all the way, I want her to be able to go right back to sleep. “God, I love you.”

I pause, but she doesn’t.

Did I say that out loud?Or am I in a crazy dream state?

She’s not freaking out, hasn’t pulled away or even opened her eyes, so I assume I said it in my head. But even if I said it out loud, I’m not sorry. Idolove her. I missed her so much this week, I ached with it. I’m not me without her.

“Mm, Tuck,” she whispers, and I can feel her pussy starting to ripple around me. “Mm.”

“Come, baby.” I kiss down to her neck, and she sucks in a quick breath. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. Come for me, Duchess.”

Her body tenses, her leg tightens around my hip, and she curls into me as the climax works through her. Her pussy is so tight around me, I can’t help but let go, seeing stars as I come inside her.

“Missed you,” she whispers. “So sleepy.”

“Sleep, sweet girl.” I kiss her lips once more, and she nuzzles against my chest. I’m still inside her, but neither of us has the energy to move, and it feels so fucking good, I might insist that I sleep inside her every fucking night.

Her breathing has evened out again, and I follow her into sleep.

Finally,things have slowed down and gone back to normal. Three days later, Darby and I are just putting the finishing touches on dinner when the doorbell rings. All my siblings have learned to ring the bell when they show up unannounced to ensure they never get a glimpse of something they’d rather not see.

“Not sure who that is,” I tell Darby.

“Go find out. I have to toss this salad so the dressing doesn’t all settle and get soggy.”

I grin and kiss her, then walk through the house and open the front door, stopping cold when I see who it is.

“You missed me. I can see it written all over your ugly face.”

Zack never just shows up. My famous friend doesn’t have the luxury of doing things on a whim. His life is too regimented.

“Holy shit,” I reply and step back so he can walk in.

“I love a good surprise,” he says. “And something smells fantastic. I’m fucking hungry.”

“Come on, there’s plenty.” We’re already walking back to the kitchen. When we get to the doorway, I start to say, “I’d like you to meet?—”

When Darby interrupts with “Holy fucking shit, you’re Zack Prescott.”