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“Okay,” I agreed.

Was there a little wobbling of worry in my belly? Yes. But it wasn’t the bad kind of worry. It was the kind you felt when something was very, very important, and therefore really, really fragile.

“Okay,” he said, giving me one of his trademark smirks before his lips sealed to mine.

I don’t know if I knew pure, complete, all consuming joy until that moment.

With Seeley’s arms holding me tight, with his lips slanting over mine, with our anger and hurt feelings finally behind us, with nothing but a future together ahead of us.

Heat bloomed in my core, spreading outward until it seemed to overtake me completely. It was the thrumming of my heart in my chest, in my pulse points, and the strange, heated flush over my chest, cheeks, and neck. It was the way my skin felt electric and overly sensitive as Seeley’s hands moved up and down my spine for a bit before slipping under my shirt and touching my bare skin, making a shiver course through me.

“Arms up,” Seeley demanded as his lips broke from mine.

I would have been disappointed, except something in me thrilled at the idea of giving him more access, of his hands moving over me.

So I sat back a bit and lifted my arms, letting him pull off my shirt, struggling a bit with the stupid cast catching on the material before he could toss it aside.

Finished, his fingertips slid down my arms, then over my shoulders, down to trace the swells of my breasts met the cups of my bra, then down my ribs and back up.

“You’ve always been too fucking beautiful,” he told me as he leaned forward, running his lips over my shoulder, up my neck, then back down between my breasts, making my sex clench hard.

Seeley’s hands slid around my back, finding the clasp of my bra, and working it free with deft fingers. He pulled the material, then tossed it to the side, looking down at me and letting out a soft curse.

“Fuck.”

Then his mouth was on me, lips sucking my nipple into his mouth, making me arch back and into the sensation as his tongue moved out and started to work circles around the hardened bud.

His hand lifted, working my other nipple before his mouth took over.

Impatient for more, my hips ground down on him, feeling his hardness press against the apex of my thighs. Shifting just so, I could feel his cock rubbing against where I needed him most.

Seeley’s head shifted up, lids heavy, watching me as I writhed against him, trying to get relief from the clawing desire between my thighs.

“Fuck, Ama,” Seeley growled as his hands sank into my hips, lifting me up. “I need to taste you,” he told me as he tossed me onto my back. Standing next to the bed, his gaze took me in for a moment before he was pulling off my shoes, then sliding his hands up my legs, thighs, then across my hips to unfastened my pants.

He inched them down, and I felt his hungry gaze on every inch of exposed skin.

My pants fell to the floor, forgotten immediately as his hands slid up me again, but this time touching my overheated skin.

Getting to my knees, he pulled them up into the air, then straightened my legs before he reached down for my panties and pulled them up and off of me before planting my feet to his chest.

“Spread for me,” he demanded, voice both soft and rough at the same time, sending a shiver through my insides. “Let me see what is fucking finally all mine,” he added, making my sex clench hard even as my heart seemed to swell in my chest.

Because I wanted that more than he could have ever known.

To be just his.

Forever.

Taking a breath, I let my thighs fall open, spreading wide on the mattress.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before his gaze slid over me.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hand settling at my hip, his thumb teasing over my clit as he looked at me. “So sensitive,” he murmured as my hips rocked against his touch, as a little whimper escaped me.

“Seeley, please,” I begged, needing more.

A low, rumbling sound moved through him.

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