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His groan is pure desire that curls my toes. I rise onto my knees again and drop, feeling him deep inside me, savoring the sounds of his hunger, his hands gripping my ass. He’s moving me now, pulling me up and down his dick, groaning as I ride him, chasing the orgasm rising in my stomach. With every noise he makes, my body flames hotter.
Our chests slide together, sweat and heat and hundreds of nights of need. My breasts bounce, and he catches one, guiding it to his mouth and kissing my hard nipple.
My head drops back, and I moan loudly. “Taron… yes…” My hips buck forward as my orgasm breaks, thundering through my insides.
I shudder and rise, wrapping my arms around him, kissing my way up his neck to his cheek and into his hair. He continues rocking me a bit longer, pulling me closer, burying himself to the hilt as he holds, groaning and pulsing, filling me deep.
We’re gasping, wrapped in each other’s arms, slick with sweat, and shimmering in afterglow. Scooting higher into the bed, he holds me against him, curling me in his arms as we slip between the sheets.
I realize his bed was unmade. “Did I wake you?” My voice
is quiet, higher than his.
He lets out a short breath and shakes his head. “I wasn’t sleeping.”
Our bodies are flush, my breasts flat against his hard chest, and we breathe together. I slide my fingers along his hairline and he does the same, looking down at me in wonder. I’m sure my eyes are filled with the same emotion.
“What are you doing here?” His voice is tender, sincerely asking.
“Did you think I wouldn’t come?”
“I told you not to.” His eyes shimmer, and the thought of his tears squeezes my chest. “My beautiful princess. You’re so good.”
“My handsome prince.” I smile, but his eyes flinch.
“So far from a prince.” His chin drops as he lifts my hand, kissing the ring on my finger. “Your ring.”
“It fit perfectly. I never take it off.”
A sad smile curls his lips, and he kisses me again along the jaw, up to my ear. Desire hums through my skin. I could make love to him all night and still not be satisfied, but this heaviness hangs in the air around us.
“Are you okay?” My palm is flat against his cheek.
“I am for now.”
It’s not enough, but I wrap my arms around him, pulling him against me. I want to feel the weight of his body pressing me down. It’s so good. His large hands slide along my sides, and it isn’t long before he slips inside me again. Our mouths unite, and we rock together, slowly at first before picking up speed.
He rises over me, thrusting faster. A drop of sweat trickles down his brow, and my hands slide up his strong arms. My fingers follow the lines of his muscles, and I lift my hips to meet him, riding out the orgasm, feeling it in the tips of my toes when he comes with a loud shout. Hard thrusts, deep thrusts.
Our breathing is heavy as we come down once more. I’m sure we’re just beginning our reunion. He turns me, strong arms secure around my waist, and I smile as my back presses against his chest. I’m lulled into a false sense of security in his arms as I drift to sleep.
I have no idea it won’t last.
I awake before dawn alone. At first, I’m disoriented, then I remember I’m in Taron’s room. Climbing out of bed, I make my way to the small carry-on suitcase I brought with me. I wheeled it inside the door, but that’s where it stayed. Now I’m feeling around for clothes to cover my naked body.
Wrapping myself in his shirt, I inhale deeply of his scent, clean and masculine. I stagger into the living room, expecting to find him in the kitchen.
It’s empty.
“Taron?” My voice echoes in the empty space.
No reply. Nothing. He’s just gone. Picking up my phone, I quickly send a text. Midnight pizza run?
No gray dots, no missed call, no note. Fear prickles through my veins, and I grab a throw off the back of the couch, wrapping it around me. I sit for a long time, staring out the glass doors of the balcony overlooking the Nashville skyline. The interstate wraps through the tall buildings, and cars like fireflies stream past them.
My eyes grow heavy as the horizon begins to pale, and I doze.
I’m still alone when I open my eyes again, and I grab my phone, dialing Taron’s number. It goes to voicemail, and I leave a message. I’m worried and anxious, and where the hell is he?
