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I smile at him and grab his hands, pressing my palms against his as I interlace our fingers.
“Let’s get cozy.”
Luke
It’s finally fucking happening. My girl is finallymine.
I roll my fingers gently up and down her arm as her head rests on my shoulder. Occasionally, in the midst of conversation, she’ll stop and nip at my neck.
“Anyway, I’m almost finished with the second book. Then I send it to my editor, which is always kind of nerve-racking because if it’s not what they were expecting or they think it isn’t niche enough, they’ll send it back for me to rewrite. Traditional publishing is great for the doors it opens up, but there are more people involved in the decisions from cover art to content. I don’t always love that part.”
“It’s hard for you to give up that control, isn’t it?”
She smirks at me. “Oh, so you’ve figured me out.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Iknowyou.”
She looks at me tenderly. “You do. You know me better than almost anyone. You know a part of me I’m not sure anyone else does.”
“The creative part. The fear and uncertainty of putting what you’ve created out there and seeing how people react. The vulnerability of it.”
“Exactly. It’s why I always felt so comfortable with you. We could get lost in our art but still be understood.”
I run my fingers through her soft brown waves. “We’d sit in the library or at my kitchen table for hours. I always wanted to lean over and kiss you.”
Her eyebrows raise. “Why didn’t you?”
“I was an eighteen-year-old brooding idiot.”
She stares at me for a second, then she sits up on her knees and climbs onto my lap, straddling me.
Her lips smash into mine in a fervent, passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle up and hands slide into each other’s hair. She nestles her body against my torso. When she drags her lips down my neck, I harden instantly.
“God, Zoey,” I groan.
She brings her lips back to mine, her kisses ravenous with desire. No one has ever filled me with this kind of passion and intense desire. I don’t think I’ve experienced anything this intimate before. It highlights how disconnected I was from Tara. And since our marriage ended, I haven’t been with anyone—and the girls before Tara were few and far between.
Zoey’s hips tilt slightly as she moans against my mouth.
Christ, I’m gonna blow a load in my pants.
She does it again and again, moving faster each time.
I grab her hips in my hands, stopping her motion. “Zoey, stop. I want—”
She kisses me again. “I know. But this isn’t sex. I feel like I’m going to explode just being near you. If you really want me to stop, I will. But I’ll have to go sit across the room until this throbbing, aching feeling goes away.”
She stares at me, waiting for my answer.
Fuck.
My cock twitches, and I already know what I’m about to do.
If I come in my pants, it’ll be worth every second.
With my hands still on her hips, I tilt her pelvis, grinding her against me. She attacks my neck with kisses and moves faster, rolling her hips smoothly over me.
“I can feel you, Luke,” she whispers, pressing down against the hard-on desperately trying to escape my jeans.
