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This was it. She was really going to do this.
She reallywantedto do this.
“You might have to go slow.” She sucked in a breath, a little flash of uncertainty rippling through her. “It’s, uh...been a while.”
His eyes were smoky and intense. “Same.”
She leaned forward to brush her lips against his, needing to connect with him. They were in this together—in this moment, crossing this line.
Keaton smoothed his hands over her hips. “Say stop if you need to, okay?”
She nodded.
He reached his hands to the inside of her thighs and slid his palms up her skin, delving between her legs. As his fingertips brushed her sex, endorphins rocketed through her. The touch was so soft, she could have imagined it, but in seconds Keaton had her panting. Her forearms came up to brace against the bed, so she could bring her face close to his, her hair falling in a sheet around them and blocking out the world.
“More,” she gasped against his ear.
He pressed one finger inside, then two. The gentle rocking of her hips matched the timing of his strokes, and she quivered. “August...you feel incredible.”
“That’s good.” August’s lips grazed his neck. “So good.”
She turned liquid. Molten.
His hands were all over her—cupping her breasts, grabbing her hips, parting her sex. She panted, her head dropping down so that her forehead rested against his. Keaton touched her like he already knew everything about her—her wants, her needs, her pleasure points.
It was so familiar, it was like they’d been here before.
She reached down between them and filled her palm with him, and Keaton groaned. The sound echoed in the room and she smothered it with her mouth, their tongues tangling as she pleasured him.
“August.” He thrust slowly into her palm. “I need to be inside you.”
“I’m ready.”
Gliding his hand over her backside, he guided her down onto him. When he pushed inside, easing them into position and giving her a moment to adjust, her eyes fluttered shut. The feeling of fullness was all-encompassing, and it was hard to remember to breathe.
“You feel even better than I’d imagined,” he said, his voice so soft for a moment she thought she might have imagined him speaking.
Emotion swirled up inside her, driven by something far greater and more powerful than lust, but she tamped it down by crushing her mouth against his, greedily seeking his tongue. Nipping at his lips. Encouraging him. Teasing him.
He sank his fingers into her backside and thrust up into her, burying himself over and over.
“Keaton,” she moaned, rocking back and forth to meet his pace. “I think I’m going to...oh God.”
She clenched around him as she came, her moans turning to cries as she tipped over the edge and buried her face into his neck to mute the sound. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to him as he followed her into oblivion.
When he woke up the next morning, August and Molly were both gone. He sat bolt upright for a moment, panic seizing his chest as he tried to blink the foggy clutches of sleep from his mind. Did he screw everything up? Had she taken Molly and gotten the hell out of Dodge?
His eyes drifted to something bright pink on the nightstand—a Post-it note.
Molly was whining, so I took her for a walk.
Molly. She’d been right there the whole time he and August...
“Shit.” He scrubbed a hand over his face.
Were dogs traumatized by that kind of thing? He’d been so caught up with August that he totally forgot about the snoozing animal in the corner of the little cabin. Maybe she slept through it all.Hopefullyshe slept through it all. Was that just the ultimate in bad animal parenting?
Keaton flopped back against the pillow and let out a sigh. Where did they go from here? Where did hewantto go from here? He wasn’t quite sure. Because there was no way that he could possibly classify last night as a “scratching an itch” kind of thing—whether he’d been breaking a sexual drought or finally being with someone he’d had feelings for, on some level, for a long time.
