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I shuddered in response. “Yes.”

His lips touched my shoulder. He pressed the softest kiss against my skin before he spoke against it. “Haven’t you ever wanted something that wasn’t yours?”

Well, damn. Now that he mentions it. I couldn’t say that I didn’t know the feeling.

While it didn’t justify his actions, I really couldn’t deny that I understood exactly what he was talking about. As for all my thoughts about having the moral high ground earlier, I really did know a thing or two about doing stuff so bad that you couldn’t take it back.

From personal experience, I also knew how much it sucked having to live with what you’d done. While my past wasn’t the same as his, what I’d done hadn’t been much better. Hell, it might even have been worse.

So really, who am I to judge? Maybe me and Mr. Cocky Denial make a good fake couple after all.

15

CALAN

My moves were working. When I’d decided to come in here to give it a go, to see if she was as eager for a distraction as I was, I’d been as prepared to be shut down as I had been for things to go my way.

Now, as I leaned against her, I could feel her giving in. With every word I said, her body softened into mine, melting into me as she responded to what I was saying.

She tipped her head to the side, letting me pull down the sleeve of her shirt to expose more skin. Ever since I’d met her, this woman had been a mystery to me.

That and her gentle nature had been what had drawn me to her to begin with—and her body, of course—but even now that we’d spent so much more time together, I still didn’t know much about her. I knew her name, what she did for a living, and that she really seemed to enjoy traveling.

After an entire day together, which was more than I’d ever spent with a woman I wasn’t related to, that was it. That was what I knew.

As of that conversation we just had, she knew more about me than most, and it was as unsettling as it was alluring. The mystery of her and the sense that she was hiding dark secrets of her own got to me, drawing me in more than her gentleness or even that round, perfect ass.

She was a kindred spirit. I felt it all the way down to my bones. She was like me, and it was enticing. I wasn’t interested in trying to fuse our tarnished souls together for all of eternity, but our bodies? Now there was something I could work with.

Soon, I was working her shirt off over her head and she lifted her arms for me without any encouragement. I groaned as I dropped the fabric on the floor, not giving a shit if it got dirty or even ruined.

Ella leaned her head back against my shoulder, and when I looked down at her face, I saw that her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her breathing shallow. As if she could feel my gaze on her, she cracked open just one eye.

“You’re breaking our contract.”

“Only if you tell me to stop. So tell me to stop,” I dared her, even waiting for a few seconds with my hands gripping her hips and my eyes locked on hers, but when she didn’t say anything, I kept going. Yeah, that’s what I thought.

I ran my hands up her sides, tracing her full curves before I brushed my palms over her breasts. I had no intention of touching them just yet, but she sucked in a sharp breath anyway, leaning back against me even more fully than she had been before.

Instead of giving her what she wanted, I ran my hands back down, letting my fingertips sink into the waistband of her slacks and then pulling them out slowly again, exploring her abdomen and all the soft lines it had to offer until she was just about panting in my arms.

Moving one hand to her breast, I gave her nipple a pinch and brought my other hand to her chin, tugging it until she was facing me. Her eyes flew open in time for her to see my head descending, but she still didn’t stop me. She wrapped her arm around my head to bring my mouth to hers faster.

With her, it seemed like I was in for one surprise after another, but I wasn’t going to complain. It kept things interesting. As soon as we kissed, my teasing touches stopped and I turned her in the circle of my arms, ready to get down to business.

Ella didn’t fight me at all, letting me take charge like she’d been born to do it. She kissed me back, her arms still around my neck. I hooked one arm behind her back to undo her bra. Hurriedly yanking it off, I dropped that on the floor with her shirt and then started on her pants.

Once those and her panties were off, she finally started returning the favor, her fingers nimble as she rushed from one of the buttons on my shirt to the next. While she undressed me, our kisses grew faster and harder. Our bodies pressed together tighter until there was nothing left between us.

I wrapped my fingers around her hair, using that and my body to walk her back until we reached the island. “Hop up.”

“What?” she asked, sounding almost dazed.

“You heard me.” I let go of her so she could do what I told her, but I wrapped my hands under her thighs to help when she didn’t move fast enough for my liking.

It’d been four long years since I’d last seen this girl naked, but fuck. She was just as sexy now as she had been then, with the only difference being her pussy now had only a small patch of hair right above her slit where it’d been all natural before.

Ella’s eyes were dark when mine finally came up to meet them again, and as she looked at me, she spread her legs with purpose, cocking her head like it was her turn to dare me to do something. I smirked and stepped between her knees, relieved as shit that my pants were still on.