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My red flag was flying high.
I held my breath, waiting for his reply. It could change everything for me.
“Yes, full time. I’ll always have interests in California, but that’s what Zoom meetings and airplanes are for.” It was his turn to take my hand in his and squeeze. Our fingers laced together, and he tugged me a little closer until my hip pressed into his.
“You’re sure.” I tilted and leaned toward him, drawn to the promise. A whiff of manly body wash teased my nose with hints of pine and spice. Clean Wilson smelled divine.
“I’m not going anywhere.” The sincerity behind each word gave me the confidence to hope.
He cupped my jaw with his free hand, and I nuzzled into the touch. The depths of his eyes glittered with the same longing I felt from the bottom of my aching heart to the tips of my toes.
The fear he’d leave me for LA dissolved. My breath caught and a new truth dawned—he was worth taking a risk for.
I sucked in a breath filled with his scent, savoring it like the smell of baking cinnamon rolls. Anticipation seemed to smother me in the best way possible.
“I’m glad you’re staying.” With a slow swipe of my tongue, I licked my lower lip in a blatant invitation. The air between us cracked with pent-up desire straining to be unleashed.
“Good.” The husky rasp of his voice sent a wave of goosebumps racing over my skin.
He slid his fingers into my messy hair, and in a deliberate move that left me aching he tugged angling my face toward him, inches from a kiss. Finally, his lips found mine. I clutched a handful of his white cotton tee shirt, bunching the material up and digging my nails into his chest. Glorious delirium flooded my brain.
Worries about risks and the future were for other people. I was kissing Wilson Phillips, soon-to-be resident of Elmer, Texas.
In a powerful move, he pulled me to straddle his lap. His hands slid up from my hips, taking off my oversized sweatshirt, leaving me topless. The cool air touched my overheated skin and puckered my nipples.
“So gorgeous,” he murmured, nibbling a path from my mouth down my neck, over my collarbone, and to the tip of one breast. The heat of his mouth felt sinfully good on the furled peak; each suck made my core clench in needy anticipation.
Arching my spine, I cupped the back of his head, my fingers knotted in his hair. I held him in place as the incredible sensations flooded me. Eyes closed, I moaned his name.
I needed friction desperately. I rocked my hips, seeking relief until I rode his erection through my soaked leggings. Damn, right there, that was the perfect spot. My breath came in quick sandpaper gasps as I ground my clit down.
“No. Not this time.” With a curse, he flipped us so I lay back on the leather couch, and he rose above me, kneeling between my legs. I’d been so close. I gritted my jaw against my unmet needs.
Wilson looked absolutely feral with lust. A shiver of greedy anticipation replaced my momentary frustration.
He reached for the waistband of my pants, jerking them off, ignoring the sounds of straining seams, and tossing them aside. His gaze swept down my naked body, followed by his hands. Lingering on the full rise of my breasts, down over the softness of my belly, and finally to the swell of my hips. His touch was deliciously rough, his eyes possessive. I squirmed beneath him, offering myself, desperate for more.
He yanked off his shirt and slid down, finding my core with his mouth. My legs open, I lifted my hips to meet his lips. The first swipe of his tongue lashed over my sensitive flesh like a bullwhip, and that was only the beginning.
Damn, he had hidden talents. Oh, so much talent.
It was heaven.
My thighs convulsed, and I gripped him to me, keeping his tongue over my clit. A fissure of ecstasy rippled from the apex of my thighs up my body like a seismic wave. It had to be like a 9.9 on the Richter scale. Not that I’d ever experienced an earthquake until now.
“Wils, dear lord. That was...” I could barely speak.
“Nice?” he asked as he lifted his head. “Good?” He slowly worked his way back up my naked body. “Lovely?” He nipped my hip bone. “Yummy?” He nuzzled my breast. “Humm?” One eyebrow lifted as he waited for my scrambled brain to formulate a reply.
“Yes. Excellent. So good.” My woefully inadequate approval was hardly more than a sigh of contentment.
I held my arms open, and he settled above me, our mouths inches apart. His bare chest and solid weight pressed me into the couch. I shoved my hands under his sweats and cupped his tight ass. The pants needed to go... now.
“Condom, in my purse.” I pinched his right butt cheek to get him moving.
“Damn, I like bossy Cameron.” He fumbled for my purse on the side table and held it out to me. I extracted my makeup bag and pulled out the foil packet. He ditched my handbag and his sweatpants in a move that took only milliseconds.
“Where were we?” He asked after he suited up and returned to his position above me.
