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She didn’t get to dismiss me so easily again. “Let her see me. I’m done hiding how I feel from her, from you, and from myself. I can’t do it anymore.”
“Hunter, please…”
I stopped short of her lips, hovering there until absolutely certain she was ready. Her words fanned across my mouth as she spoke. Our breaths mingled into one, and it took all the strength within me not to kiss her.
I needed to hear it from her first. I needed her to admit she wanted me as badly as I needed her.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel something between us.” My hand brushed the top of her knee, teasing the space where the edge of her dress met bare skin. I traced my thumb along the hem of her skirt, and she trembled with a need I knew all too well.
Her hand flew out to my shoulder. Whether she meant to steady herself or push me away, all plans left her in an instant. Instead, her fingers curled around my shirt, tugging me closer despite the protests in her words.
“We can’t,” she whispered, near breathless already.
“Why not?” I pressed a kiss against her neck. Her pulse thundered wildly against my lips. All the while, her grip on me tightened.
“Someone will see us.”
I grit my teeth, steeling myself against what she meant. It wasn’t just anyone she was worried about, but a specific someone. “Someone like Flynn?”
“I don’t care about Flynn like that,” she said, half-shouting, half-gasping. “He’s just a friend.”
The knot in the center of my chest unravelled. So, she wasn’t dating Flynn. That didn’t mean she wasn’t dating someone else. “He’s not the man you’re seeing?”
“There’s no one, Hunter,” she whispered against my ear. Her hand slid down the front of my chest, coaxing every muscle to tense beneath her palms. My own grip on her tightened, shifting the edge of her skirt even higher. I was one flimsy thread away from making love to her right here in the open.
“There’s no one,” she repeated, dragging her lips along my jaw. “Only you.”
I couldn’t fight it anymore.
My mouth found hers, hungry and insatiable. This was not the soft, tender kiss from moments we shared in the past. It was not a request, nor was it a promise of comfort.
This was a reclamation of passion long-since denied. A passion I refused to ignore any longer.
Lyndsey pressed her body against me, releasing a soft sigh of surrender. Her hands dove into my hair, holding me in place as her lips joined mine in a plunder of unexplored pleasure. She tasted like whiskey and sugar, a pure blend of sweetness and sin.
One kiss would never be enough with Lyndsey. I wanted all of her.
Tonight.
Forever. Or however long she would let me.
My hand slipped beneath her dress, caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh. She quivered with anticipation, her entire body trembling with need. I stroked my knuckles along the sensitive space between her thighs. She was already wet and waiting for my touch. A soft moan escaped her throat, and my cock thrummed with an aching to be where my hand was.
I moved beneath her underwear and kneaded her tight nub with my thumb. She yanked her head back, gasping as our lips broke free.
“We’re not alone,” she whispered, and shifted her attention to the small scatterings of people on the deck. “Someone will see what we’re doing.”
“Then I will go slow.” I smiled, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “So long as you promise not to scream.”
One finger slid into the slick entrance of her womanhood. She sucked in a quick draw of breath, her breasts brushing against my chest in agonizing temptation. I couldn’t hold out for much longer. My cock was already primed to explode, and I hadn’t even spent a second inside her.
A second finger dipped between her wet folds, and I swallowed the moan cresting her lips with a kiss. I pleasured her with slow, maddening strokes that found a rhythm all their own. Her body tightened around my hand, her ecstasy mounting with every thrust. She was almost there, so close to a release we both needed to enjoy. How had I ever imagined my life without this woman? How did I ever think anyone else would take her place?
I needed her more than air, more than life.
She was already all those things to me and more. And there was no way I would ever let her go again without a fight.
She rose to the edge of her orgasm, tumbling over the precipice with a divine sweetness reserved only for a goddess of the earth. She was beautiful, absolute perfection. I laid a kiss against her temple, drawing her tightly against me.
