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“Is this the part where you reveal your undying love for me?” I teased.
Because truth be told, I was close to doing that myself. I knew it the moment I saw her with Flynn standing beside her, confirmed it when I tackled a complete stranger and possibly dangerous person to the ground to keep her safe.
She was my forever. The other half of me.
My everything.
She shook her head, walking around the counter to pass me. “This is the part where I say ‘good night.’ So...good night, Hunter.”
I caught her by the waist as she passed, drawing her against me before she could leave. “Lyndsey…”
Our lips found each other’s instantly, as if compelled by some unseen magnetic force. As if being apart for so long meant one touch ruined us, revealing how terribly we’d missed one another. There was no uncertainty in her kiss, no animalistic reserve. It was just Lyndsey, just the two of us. Transmitting words of desire and love without even speaking.
My hands moved up her waist, diving beneath her shirt. Her skin felt warm and soft beneath my touch. The muscles in her abdomen spasmed beneath my fingertips, drawing her waist in on a tight inhale. She drew her lips from mine, though her arms remained wrapped around my shoulders.
“They’re right upstairs,” she whispered against the corner of my mouth.
“So what? They can get mad all they want.” Though that wasn’t her only concern was it? She hadn’t actually said what the problem was really, only that we needed to keep things quiet for the time being. Her parents expected her to prove herself, and being with me meant going against all the rules. But she could get another job. She could prove herself some other way—unless there was more to the story she wasn’t telling me.
“It’s not that. I—” She hesitated, turning to look at the doorway to the upstairs. She leaned back, pulling me up off the stool and leading me down the hallway she’d come from.
We arrived at another bedroom downstairs, not big enough to be the master bedroom, but still a decent size. She shut the door behind us and locked it.
“What is it?” I asked. “What did you need to tell me?”
“I just…” Her words trailed off in a soft whimper. She looked damn near terrified to speak. Her large brown eyes searched mine for help, sifting, pleading. I had no idea what she wanted me to say, what she expected. All I knew was all the things ready to pour out of my mouth were declarations potentially too premature to voice.
Instead of speaking, she rose up onto her toes and kissed me. Her hands latched around my neck, drawing me down to her, deepening the kiss. Whatever she wanted to say, she let her mouth speak for her.
And I understood.
I was not the only one falling hard in this relationship. I was not the only one who needed a certain someone in the room more than air to keep going.
My hands wrapped around her waist. In one quick movement, I hoisted her upward, her legs automatically looping around my waist. We moved like that, as one, toward the bed, tumbling down on the soft mattress in a heap.
I moved over top of her, sliding the camisole further up her stomach. I pressed a kiss to the center of her abdomen. I could feel small tremors in her body as my lips moved up her waist encouraging me further, resulting in me wanting to explore and taste even more. Another swift tug, and the top jerked up over her head and landed on the floor.
My fingertips traced small circles across her breast, landing on the tight peak in the center. When my mouth closed over her taut nipple, it was like tasting heaven all over again. Everything about Lyndsey sparked my nerves into roaring flames—the way she tasted, the way she sounded when she hit her climax. Like no one on earth had ever made her feel this good.
“God, Hunter,” she cried out. “No one’s ever made me feel this good.”
“I know the feeling.” My lips moved up her body, dusting kisses along her collarbone, while my hands moved downward. I pulled down on the elastic waistband of her shorts. Within seconds, she was naked beneath me, her golden hair splayed across the pillows like the eternal Aphrodite.
“Your turn.” She smiled up at me.
I was more than happy to oblige her. My cock sprang out in enthusiastic delight, already prepared. Lyndsey wrapped her hands around me. We faced one another, both on our knees, completely exposed. She ran her hand along the length of my erection, squeezing intermittently and applying the right amount of pressure in all the right places.
I groaned.
I had practically been hard since the moment I first saw her in the kitchen. Just the thought of making love to Lyndsey again, and being deprived of one week without her, was more than enough to make this moment both intoxicating and unbearable. I would never make it. Not with whatever voodoo magic her hands worked on my cock.
She bent down, closing her lips around me and sliding down, before I even realized what was happening. Sparks flew across my gaze as the hot, wet sensation of her mouth around my erection pushed me over into the edge of ecstasy.
I was damn near ready to come when I stopped her.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want to feel you wrapped around me.”
She bit her lip and stared up at me through her hooded lashes. Our bodies shifted on the bed and she pushed me back against the pillows. One leg swung over my side until she was straddling me. Her body leaned forward and she reached into the drawer of her nightstand. She removed a condom from inside and tore the package open with her teeth before placing the ring inside her mouth. I watched her lips close over my erection, gliding the condom down my shaft in a movement that drove me wild.
