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My thighs cling to his waist as he licks a path down my neck, sucking my tender flesh as he finds his way back to my mouth. When my tongue swipes at his bottom lip, he opens to me right away, letting me dip into his mouth, and his hips jerk in response.

“Jack,” I moan, grinding against the hardness he’s buried between my legs.

“God, I could fuck you through the floor right now,” he growls, showing me exactly what he means with his powerful thrusts. “I need to show you exactly how fucking sorry I am about lying, and how badly I need you.”

When I blink into his eyes, I expect hooded, lust-filled pools to be looking back at me, but that isn’t what I see. I see soul-binding devotion.

“I need you, baby,” he pleads desperately, and I whimper when his mouth descends over the pulse in my throat.

“I brought you to my childhood home because I want you to know all of my memories. I want you to know everything about me,” he admits, cradling my cheek in his hand.

“I want to know everything. I want to know you,” I tell him, kissing him softly.

Sweet words lead to tender kisses, and my fingers through his hair have turned into a loving caress.

“I knew you were going to change my life the first night I saw you dancing in your kitchen.”

I gasp before laughing loudly. “You were spying on me!”

He looks slightly guilty, but not at all at the same time.

“That’s so wrong,” I whisper defenselessly because hearing him admit that he was watching me for his own selfish desires and not with malicious intent makes me hot and tingly inside.

“I liked watching you sleep.” This is when I should be slapping him across the face. “But I hated that fucking air mattress.”

This is messed up. So messed up.

“I needed you in my bed,” he whispers in my ear, making me moan.

“I could smell you on the sheets, and I loved it.”

His chest rumbles at my admission. “Trust me, baby. I can go on and on about how fucking obsessed I am. How fucking crazy you’ve made me.”

“Tonight,” I beg. I want to hear everything.

“It’s a date.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

O’Connor

Linden spent most of the evening getting Avery settled and their things unpacked, which meant I had a lot of grovelling to do with Aunt Kay.

Which mostly entailed listening to her as she filled me in on her life these past twenty years. It eased some of my guilt knowing that she’s been living a fulfilling, happy life.

She volunteers throughout the week. She sees her friends at the local YMCA for water aerobics. She dates, and unfortunately told me way too many details about that.

But she only slightly scolds me when I insist that we order pizza instead of letting her cook. She only relents when I explain Avery’s food aversions.

“So, she’s more than your neighbor, right? Linden’s your girlfriend?”

I scratch my jaw. Girlfriend doesn’t begin to cover it. “She’s my everything, Kay.”

Her head tips in genuine awe. “Oh, I just knew it. I see the way you look at her. Your father always looked at your mother that way. Your uncle never looked at me that way,” she scoffs, flinging her kitchen towel over her shoulder.

“She’s been through a lot, but she’s resilient, and she’s a wonderful mother despite everything stacked against her.”

Kay squeaks with emotion that she can’t contain. “And her daughter?”