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She met his kiss with equal ferocity. He clamped his hands at the side of her face. Her hungry kisses ignited a firestorm inside him. Her shy, innocent demeanor was in stark contrast to the dark and dirty way her tongue played with his.
She kissed his cheek and moved down to nuzzle his neck. “Mmm. You taste sweet.”
He pulled away and kicked the door closed behind them. “I had a little accident in the kitchen.”
Her eyes darkened, and not with desire. “Mark?”
This was not the conversation he wanted to have at this moment. Couldn’t they at least have sex first, and talk about unnecessary drama afterward?
“Mark paid me a little visit, yes.” He walked farther into the cabin and rested his bottom against an old wood table. The cabin was musty, with makeshift curtains stapled in place, and a creaky wood floor. The kitchen was behind them, and on the opposite side was a tiny hallway that most likely led to the bedroom. “And there might have been an unprovoked attack with a bottle of raspberry coulis.” His lips twitched.
She chuckled under her breath, then grew serious. “Cal didn’t mean to say anything. Mark got him all riled up, and it just slipped out.”
“I know.” But the truth had come out. Probably for the best. But it didn’t help them decide their next steps. Or maybe it did. “So, where do we go from here?”
He didn’t know if he wanted an answer to his question. He didn’t even know what that answer should be.
Yeah, he did.
She pushed out her chest, the soft swell of her breasts peeking out from the side of the fabric, and sighed. “All this time, I’ve known. When I was eleven years old, I knew you were the one.”
Nothing good could come of her reminiscing about their past. “Veronica—”
She waved him off. “But things change. People grow up. Priorities aren’t the same as when you were a starry-eyed teenager.” Tears shone in her eyes. It broke his heart to know he was the reason for those tears. “You’re it, Finn. I know it, in here.” She placed her finger to her temple. “And in here.” Her palm rested against her chest. “But it won’t work. We just don’t want the same things.”
He kept his mouth shut. That might be true…he might even agree. But the more she tried to put distance between them, the more he would do anything to keep her within arm’s reach.
“I could never keep you from having the life you’ve always dreamed of,” she went on. “And I know you would never ask me to do anything I didn’t want to do.”
“Of course I wouldn’t.” His chest hurt. It felt as though an elephant had sat on it and he couldn’t breathe.
“The way I see it, we’re stuck. Perfect for each other in every way, but on completely separate paths that will never, not even ten years from now, cross.”
Would it hurt less if he gave in? Would the pain go away if he agreed to live his life on her terms? No kids? No boisterous family? Just the two of them growing old together?
“But right now…” She approached, lifted her hand to rest over his heart. “I want to feel your arms around me just one more time. And then we can move on. Try to find someone else. Someone who could maybe, one day, claim second best.”
“I don’t want second best,” he murmured. But the vision he had for his life had been decided so many years ago. It was so deeply ingrained in his heart, it was part of who he was.
She was right, though. People did change. Maybe he was the one who needed to change his dream and his vision. Could he?
“For now, make love to me. As if it’s the last time.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “Because it is.”
His heart was breaking. He’d heard it shatter the moment she uttered her painful last words. But he’d known all along it would come to this. He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.
He let his hands roam her body, then rested them on her bottom. His fingers flexed, and he pulled up the hem of her dress, eventually touching bare skin. He kneaded her bottom, tracing the line of her thong lower, and lower, until he slid his fingers between her legs.
She moaned as he massaged her, and just as he expected, she opened her legs for him. Immediately, he slipped his hand under the front of her dress and cupped her sex. He massaged for a moment, then stood and reversed their positions, until he pushed her against the edge of the table.
She climbed up and opened wide. He moved her thong aside as she released his cock from his pants. This time he wasn’t prepared. They’d already used his emergency condom.
When he hesitated, she gave him the go-ahead.
Three gentle thrusts and he was inside her. His favorite place in the world. The ecstasy that veiled her face every time they were joined together never failed to humble him. They were perfect. This moment was perfect.
Another tear trickled down her face and he wiped it away with his thumb. He moved slowly, their bodies connecting on a level beyond physicality. They had given everything to each other over the last few weeks. Laid it all out on the table. But this time, despite being fully clothed, they had never been more naked and vulnerable.
He gave his soul to her, right here in the dusty old cabin.
