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I need you more than I thought was possible.

I think I’m falling…

That crest looms close on the horizon and I try to hold it at bay, wanting him to come with me, but it’s too strong. It pulls me under and I let go of him, my hips arching to wring every ounce of pleasure I can out of the moment, his fingers continuing to pump in and out until the end.

My chest is heaving when he releases me, and I slump against the mattress. “That was amazing.”

“Glad you liked it.”

I roll to the side and reach for him again, loving the velvet over steel feel of him.

He twists his upper body so he can kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I smile against his lips, reveling in how close we are. How right this feels. Like we were made to be doing this.

Made for each other.

I continue to stroke him, picking up my pace until his hips go jerky. His hand covers mine, angling himself up, and he groans long and low as he comes, the sound incredibly erotic. I want him to make that sound for me every night. To hear it softly in my ear. To feel the vibrations of his voice against my skin. To make the same sound for him as I climax.

Will there be another chance to do this again? Now that I’ve had a taste, I only want more.

“Give me a sec to clean up,” he says, kissing me one last time before he leaves the bed.

I take stock of my body once I’m alone, enjoying the lingering bliss that floats through me, still riding the high from my orgasm. My breasts are sensitive from his attention earlier, and I gently cup them, realizing I’m fully clothed. Oh my God, we never even undressed to do all that. All he did was take his shirt off.

A thrill runs through me at the reminder of how fast everything moved tonight. At how on board he was with it all. At that need-to-have-you-now feeling we both had. At how natural it was between us.

The light clicks off in the bathroom and then he’s slipping under the covers, holding out an arm to me. I snuggle against his chest and yawn, fatigue stealing over me.

“I won’t be able to sleep alone after this,” I mumble, a sense of safety pervading me being in his arms like this.

“You always have a place here with me if you need it.”

I smile sleepily, letting his steady breaths lull me under, until there’s nothing but gentle darkness to carry me through till morning.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

TESSA

Letting out a quietmmmsound,I slide my arm across the soft sheets and stretch, luxuriating in the drowsy contentment of waking. When I encounter something furry, though, I snatch my hand back, fully alert.

Boots is peering at me through narrowed eyes, as if I committed a grievous sin against her.

“Sorry.”

I scratch her behind her ears until she’s appeased, and she curls up again in a ball on Austin’s empty side of the bed.

Wait. Where is he?

The bedroom door is open, light filtering in from the living room, and I cautiously slip out of bed, poking my head around the corner. The wild excitement from last night has faded, apprehension replacing it. Will Austin be as cool with everything we did now that the moment has passed?

The apartment is eerily silent, and as I explore a little more, it’s apparent I’m alone. Disappointment sinks hot in my stomach before I tell myself I’m being silly. He probably had to go to work. It’s not like he could hang out here all day with me.

Oh, shit. What time is it? I have to get to class.

I rush back to his room and pick up my phone to check the time, discovering a text from him.

Austin:There are waffles in the freezer for breakfast if you’re hungry. See you tonight.

Okay, so he’s cool with me staying over again, which means he’s cool with what we did, which means… What does it mean?

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