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Her palm cupped his jaw. “Still can’t stand to see your face bruised.”
He licked his lips as his eyes traveled over her, certain he was hallucinating or having a seizure.
“What are you doin’ here?” He looked over her shoulder, expecting to see the stripper Python set up come barging in any minute.
She tilted his head back so their eyes met—her beautiful brown eyes with gold flecks.
“The guys said—”
“One of the headliners from Ecstasy would be up here, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope you’re not disappointed.” Mandy’s hand left his jaw and traveled down his t-shirt, leaving a heated trail until she stopped at the waistband of his jeans.
“Disappointed? Fuck, no, but I don’t understand why, how—”
Her fingers flirted with his tab and zipper. “Let’s talk later, okay?” Then she pushed the denim away until his pants dropped to the floor.
He nodded as his hands gripped the bare skin of her waist. For the first time, he noticed all she was wearing was a skimpy thong and a barely-there lace bra.
Mamba lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist while her hands cupped the back of his neck. She attacked his lips, and he swore to fuck his knees buckled, sending the pair crashing to the bed.
When Mandy laughed against his mouth, it was the best sound he’d heard in months. “I was so worried you wouldn’t be happy to see me.”
“I still think I’m dreaming, but fuck me, I don’t wanna wake up.”
He rolled her under him and stared down at her smooth perfect skin. “I missed you so much.” Mamba attacked her lips again, his brain short-circuiting, thinking of all the ways he wanted to have her body—lapping up her sweetness, sucking on her nipples, and then her lips.
Ohh fuck, if he kept this up, he’d bust much too early. He leaned back on his haunches and nabbed her thong between his fingers. She squealed when he ripped the flimsy material.
“I just bought them.”
“Fuck 'em.” Mamba threw them over his shoulder. “I’ll buy you ten more.”
He nudged her clit, feeling her wet and ready, and slid in deep. He closed his eyes and gripped her hips tighter, wanting Mandy to feel all of him, wanting never to forget this moment. He pounded harder, and she ground against him, egging him on, coaxing him to go deeper.
He lost all sense of time as he teetered on the edge.
“You there, babe?” He wanted her to come, but he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
She answered him by pushing up on her palms and angling her ass, then she moaned and keened as her body pulsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, thrust into her, and exploded as colors flashed before his eyes. It sounded corny as shit but real as fuck.
He collapsed against Mandy and rolled her toward him, both gasping, both spent. He pushed her hair away from her face, and deep emotions rose inside him. Everything he’d wished for, everything he wanted, was in his arms.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“And I love you,” she responded without hesitation, without explanation—plain and simple as it should be.
“I’ve missed you so much.” The slight waver in her voice made him cup her cheek.
“I know.” It was all Mamba could mutter because he couldn’t explain the emptiness he’d felt when she left.
“It was such a confusing time for me with everything that’d gone on, and I knew I had to do some things my way. I like being on my own, making decisions, and simply living my life without worrying how it affects everyone else. I work at a different salon now, and I’m saving to open up my own shop one day.”
“That’s amazing, babe.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I know you can do it too.”
“What made you change your mind?” He waved his hand over them. “About us?”
