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My gaze drops to her tiny hand with those long, thin fingers interlocked with mine. “I guess you were starting to love me then, huh?”
She sets a hand on my cheek, and I want to close my eyes at the contact, but I force myself to hold her gaze. “I realized I loved you from the beginning,” she says. “It’s always beenyou.”
Whitney leans forward and kisses my cheek, making me hiss in sweet anguish. My head jerks back. “What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you. Is that alright?”
I gulp. “Where is this kiss going?”
She smiles a little shyly. “Do you mind taking the edge off of my anxiety?”
I let out a long, low groan before crashing my mouth against hers. “Not at all.”
She grabs me by the shoulders as she lies back on the couch and pulls me over her.
“Can I touch you too?” I ask, ready to explode at the warmth of her little form underneath me.
“Of course you can touch me.” Her smile grows cheeky. “I’m hoping you’ll touch me a lot.”
Her hand slips into my pants, and arrows of pleasure shoot in every direction throughout my body. “Oh fuck.” I hiss. “I don’t think I can be gentle. It’s been too long.”
She frowns. “When was the last time?”
“In June. The night of the Walter Johnson party. Don’t you remember?”
“No, I don’t mean the last time with me, but the last time you’ve had sex, period.”
“That was it.”
Her jaw slackens, and her eyes grow unfocused. “Are you saying…” Her voice is just above a whisper. “You haven’t had sex since we separated?”
“Of course not. When I told you there was no one for me but you, I meant it.”
CHAPTER14
Whitney
Could he really be changing?
I never thought it was possible. I always assumed he was too arrogant and self-indulgent, but what would he have to gain from celibacy? He has every right to sleep with other women.
His hands roam my body, exploring every inch of my skin. Electricity surges through my veins at his familiar touch.
God, I’ve missed this.
This is probably a mistake, but I can’t stop myself. With my nerves so stretched and raw, I need his touch. He can make this aching anxiety go away, if only momentarily.
I lift my head and nip at his neck, and he hisses. “Oh fuck, Whitney. You’d better slow down if you want to get any kind of satisfaction from this.”
His shoulders tremble beneath my hands, and his jaw is so tight it looks like it might shatter into pieces. I love that I’m pushing him to the edge of his restraint.
“I’m already satisfied,” I say as I unfasten his belt, shivering with anticipation.
After yanking his pants off, he lowers his body over mine. His hard cock against my skin makes me gasp. I run my hands up his back, pulling him closer.
But it’s not enough. I need all of him.
“I want you inside me.”
