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“If I wanted casual,” I say softly, “I’d choose any other woman in the world, Winter. Any woman but you. I wouldn’t risk any of us getting hurt—not you or Avery or even me. But you’re the only one I want this way. Can’t you see that? You’re the only one.”
She takes her hands away from her face, her eyes red and her cheeks wet with tears. I can’t stay back any longer. I wrap my arms around her waist and she launches herself at me, our bodies interlocking as I hold her close.
We stay that way for a minute, and I close my eyes, loving the way she feels against me. Her breasts are soft and she smells like coconut. When she pulls back slightly, putting her palms on my scruffy cheeks, a shiver shoots down my spine from the tenderness of her touch.
“I want you, too,” she whispers.
I lean my forehead against hers and tighten my hold on her as our lips meet for our first real kiss. What little self-control I had is gone. The kiss is long and deep; both of us giving and taking what we’ve been wanting for so long. Our tongues tangle until we’re both breathless and then Winter pulls back, panting softly against my lips, her eyes glazed with lust.
“Don’t hurt me,” she whispers.
“Never,” I promise.
Her eyes sparkle with confidence as she tugs my shirt off and places her palms on my chest.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do this,” she says, running her hands over the ridges of my pecs and abs.
I groan as she reaches my waist and unbuttons my pants. It feels like heaven, but I take her hands in mine and lace our fingers together.
“Tell me what you’ve fantasized about,” I say, my tone low. “Don’t overthink it. Just let go and say it to me right now.”
She licks her lips and says, “You walk into the apartment and I’m in the kitchen. You make me undress for you and put my palms on the kitchen island while I’m facing it. You tell me I can’t turn around or look at you, but I hear…” She pauses and swallows, looking unsure.
“Keep going, baby,” I urge. “Tell me. I’m so fucking hard for you right now.”
“I hear you kicking off your shoes and taking off your tie. I’m standing there, so hot and ready, and I just have to wait while I hear your clothes hit the floor. Then I hear you unzipping your pants and…I’m so wet, Harry.”
I groan loudly. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman. You’re going to kill me before I even get inside you.”
“Then…then you rub the tip of your cock against me and you tell me how wet and good I feel. I’m breathing hard because I’m sure you’re about to fuck me, but instead…you take a step back and slap my ass. It feels so amazing and…I cry out. You do it again, and you tell me I belong to you.”
I might actually die right here. When I asked Winter to tell me what she fantasized about, I had no idea it would be like this. My cock is throbbing. She’s holding on to my hands tightly as she talks, trying to keep me from touching her.
“I ask you to please fuck me,” she says, pausing. “And you do. You push inside me and it feels amazing. You hold on to my hips and fuck me hard, and you tell me you’re going to come inside me. Then you reach around and play with my clit and I come for you, Harry. And as soon as I do, you come, too.” She licks her lips, a smile dancing on her beautiful face. “Then you kiss me and ask what’s for dinner and I say pot roast.”
I release her hands and pull her close, my body rigid with arousal. I didn’t know it was physically possible to want a woman as much as I want Winter.
“What do you think?” she asks, looking up at me.
“I think you better get in the kitchen right fucking now.”
Chapter Nineteen
Winter
By the time we make it to the kitchen, my shirt is on the floor and my shorts are pushed down to my knees, making it hard to walk.
Harry bends down and pulls my feet through the shorts, but instead of standing back up, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh.
“Ohh, that’s a sensitive sp—oh my God, Harry, you can’t…” I squeal as his mouth climbs higher up my leg.
He puts his hands on the backs of my thighs, holding me in place as he looks up at me. “You want me to stop?”
“No,” I say, the word coming out as a breathy sigh. “But I can’t promise I won’t laugh if you tickle me.”
There’s a smirk on his face as he moves his hands up, his fingertips sliding beneath my panties. He keeps his gaze on my face as he cups my bare ass and I gasp.
