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“Yes.” The word hissed out of him.
“I want to make the most of this,” she said, guiding his hands to her breasts, encouraging his greedy fingers to take, take, take. “I...this has been incredible.”
“You’re incredible,” he whispered. More words hovered on his tongue, things heshouldn’tever say again. Words likemoreandforever. Words likeI need you.
“You’re fucking incomparable.”
Her lips found his and she pushed him against the bed, taking charge. He rolled his hips up against her. She was so hot, with her breasts pressed against his chest and her hair tickling his skin.
“One more night?” she asked, looking deep into his eyes.
“Thewholenight.” He brushed her hair back and glided his thumb over her cheek. August nodded, bringing her mouth back down to his and kissing him like the air in her lungs depended on it.
He peeled the T-shirt from her body, up and over her head. Underneath, she wore a white lacy bra that served up her ample bust on a sexy, frilly platter. When he popped the button on her jeans and saw she had the matching bottoms on, he groaned.
She climbed off him and pushed the denim down over her hips.
“Turn around, I want to see you from every angle.”
The white lace contrasted with her fiery red hair and freckle-dusted skin. Her thighs rubbed together as she turned, and her hips swayed, giving him everything he wanted. Then she divested herself of the lace and stood before him, naked. God, she was beautiful—inside and out.
When she came back down to the bed, he yanked her to him, tucking her back against him and wrapping his arms tightly around her.
“You make me feel safe,” she whispered.
What was he supposed to make of that? It was a trap. A rocky, crumbling edge luring him to emotional ruin. His baggage was a fortress keeping them apart, his fear a gaping wound that refused to heal.
There was too much history.
“August...”
“Let’s not talk.” She pressed a finger to his lips and turned in his arms, shimmying down his body until her hands found the button of his fly and pushed it open. He was hard as granite. “Let’sdoinstead.”
She drew his zipper down and palmed him through his boxer briefs. When her hand connected with his warm flesh, his mind blanked. And as she lowered her head, her hair tickling his stomach and his fingers threading through the curling strands, he forced himself to focus on the physical.
When you go home, you’ll go back to ignoring how you feel. It’s what’s best for you both.
“August.” He moaned her name.
She took him deep, using her hands as well as her mouth, and for now, he could only submit. Because walking away from her—from this wonderful, kindhearted go-getter of a woman—would be torture.
He’d never forget this time. This connection.
But was it salt or a balm on his scars? He wasn’t sure.
All he knew was that she deserved so much more, and because he loved her, he wouldn’t stand in the way of her reaching for the kind of relationship she wanted.
20
Keaton was expecting to wake with the warmth and comfort of a woman’s body cradling his—at least, that’s how they’d left things last night. After making love with August, they’d showered together again and had another round against the slick tiles. Sated and satisfied, they’d then crawled into bed, quietly holding one another and wondering what morning would bring.
Molly had decided to join them at that point, not wanting to be left out, and the three of them had felt like a family for a brief moment. It was a fantasy, one that had burrowed into his mind overnight, fueling him with dreams of what might be if only he could take the plunge. If only he could open himself up to the risk of loving someone again. Of letting August in.
But now he was in bed alone.
Stretching his arms above his head, he arched his back, loosening his muscles and enjoying the delicious ache deep in his body from a hot and sweaty night of deep kisses and tangled limbs. Outside, the weather looked confused. Gloomy gray clouds clustered in the sky to the west, while the east shone brightly with an azure backdrop. The day wasn’t quite sure what direction it would take as yet.
He got out of bed and spotted a flash of bright pink—a sticky note stuck to the bathroom door:I’ve taken Miss Molly for a walk because she was whiny. I’ll meet you at breakfast.
