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Which is how I ended up here, knocking on the door of the only woman I could ever truly love, and the one I hurt the most.
Half-whispering, half-shouting. “Lace. Lace, Lace, let me in.”
She opens the door with the cutest scowl. “What are you doing?”
I slump against the door with the bottle in my hand and smile at her. God, she’s pretty. This pie robe is everything on her. Am I drunk?
“Landon. What’s going on?”
“I’m drunk-calling you.” I raised the bottle to her.
She snatches it, telling me to be quiet before I wake her mother or Jacob. She hauls me over to the couch, where I collapse.
Planting her hands on her hips, she looks down at me. “You drove in this condition?”
“I walked.”
Her lips raised slightly while she studies me. “That’s a long-ass walk for fresh air.”
“It sure is. Since I’m here...” I look up at her, hair hanging loosely around her face, and as much as I know she’s angry at me, I know she cares. It’s all I can do not to reach out and touch her. My girl. I smile, touching the end of her hair, like I have the right to touch her.
“You’re dipping into your product?”
“It’s not cocaine. And I paid for it.” I lean closer, breathing in her clean, fresh scent.
Her hands fall from her hips. I capture them, bringing her closer between my parted legs. Letting out a deep breath, she pulls a hand away, resting it on top of my head. I hold on tight, resting my head against her stomach.
All I have for her is the truth. “I miss you. I’ve missed you for days. Weeks. Months. Years. Here I am missing you again. I’m sorry for failing you.”
“Shh.” Her gentle fingertips brush against my scalp, sending strings of static electricity through me, warming me from the inside with her singular unique touch.
My hand caresses her lower back with a need for her that will never go away, until the day I die. I slide my hands down the sides of her thighs, letting out a low, hungry growl for her.
She strokes my hair, settling me with her gentle touch. “Shh. Don’t wake Jacob.”
Always so caring and loving. “I need to say sorry. Tell him how sorry I am. I didn’t mean to—”
“Stop. I know he called you. He snuck my phone away; I’m sorry. He shouldn’t have.”
“He was right. I let you both down, because I couldn’t be enough. Lace…” I stop short, holding on tight. “I need you. I need you…” I breathe, like the desperate man I am.
“Yes.” One single word has never meant so much, full of permission and understanding.
My hand on her thighs pull her robe back, allowing it to fall open to expose the smooth expanse of skin only marked by a few silver streaks. Those flaws are as beautiful to me as this sight of her in nothing but her bra and underwear.
I mark each one with the tip of my tongue, going further with a building hunger at the sound of her soft moan. I slide down her underwear, letting them drop to the ground, seeking the heat of the intoxicating scent that is her, running my nose across and through the light sprinkling of hair hiding what I know awaits.
My tongue slices between plump lips, licking at her, sending the first jolt of pleasure through her as I latch on with a moan. Her fingernails sink into my shoulder, my name tumbling from her lips. Her back arches, high, firm breasts pushing into the air, begging me to touch and worship with equal attention.
But I can’t leave the sheer, sweet perfection against my lips. I lap and lick as I revel in her pleasure. She urges me on, holding my mouth to her as I lift her leg over my shoulder, giving me full access to slip inside her, my face nestled between the tight passage of pleasure and bliss for both of us.
Quiet moans, pushing and pulling against each other, pulse-beating tremors going through her body when my hands press against her ass, taking her completely in my mouth. I’m as deep as possible—no separating us. My hand snakes around her thigh, touching my lips. My fingers moving in quick circles, and I look up just in time as she falls apart, her chest rising and falling as she gasps for air, holding me tight to her.
My pleasure doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t compare. “Lacey, I love you so much it hurts.”
Her leg slides off my shoulder. I’m not sure if she’s crying or not when she presses her lips to mine. Too quickly she steps back, leaving me alone for the safety of her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
