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“Phoebs.”
“I don’t want to think about it,” she said against my lips. “Please, kiss me.”
Her hand slid across my abs and dipped beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs, and when she wrapped tightly around my length, my dick took over. Any rational thought fled out the fucking window into the moonlight, and all I could focus on was the steady pumps of Phoebe's hand.
I did as she asked, grabbing the back of her head, angling her and crashing my mouth to hers. I filled my need for her, fully aware it was a temporary fix, and as soon as she walked out the door, I’d be back to craving her. But for now, I was going to take as much as she was willing to give and worry about the rest later.
She tossed her leg over mine, lifting herself until she straddled my hips. Her bare ass hit my thigh, her slick sex slid across my dick, and I was lost.
“Do you ever wear underwear?” I managed, my voice as thick as port wine.
“Shh.” She pressed her finger to my lips and sat up. Her fingers curled into the hem of the shirt, lifting it up and over her body before tossing it to the floor. For a moment, she stayed there, giving me an amazing view of her small pert breasts that were perfect in every way. She grabbed my hand and rested it in between her tits as she rocked against my cock.
Her confidence turned me on more than anything. The way she didn’t shy away from my touch. How she held my eyes.
I groaned as pressure and pleasure built. My ass lifted, searching for that sweet center, desperate for the slick heat to wrap around me.
She shimmied down my thigh, her body arching toward me, hands reaching for my briefs. She drew the material over my thighs. Her nipples brushed my leg as her head dipped, and she took me in her mouth.
Sparks exploded behind my eyes. My body jolted at the warm, unexpected moisture surrounding me. Her head bobbed, then lifted, her tongue snaking out and swirling around the engorged head. I fisted the sheets, holding on so I didn’t grab her head and take control. She didn’t need me to. Oh no, she was well versed in my pleasure.
Her grip tightened, lips slid up and down, and all restraint was lost. I grabbed her by the shoulders and hoisted her up my body, slamming my mouth to hers. My tongue thrust past the seam, deepening the kiss. My world became narrow, revolving solely around this woman in my arms who drove me insane, but maybe as insanely happy.
If this was all I’d got out of life, I could die a happy man, but I was greedy, and I wanted more. I didn’t want another night. I wanted forever.
She reached between us, positioning me at her center before easing down inch by inch. Tremors wracked my body as a million sparks of electricity rushed through me.
I was no match against the sensual rock of her hips. She rode me until the sparks engulfed me, exploding into a fiery inferno, rendering me completely at her mercy. My thumb found her swollen nub, circling the bundle of nerve until she convulsed against me. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body jerking up and down on my cock before she fell to my chest.
Her breaths came in fast pants as she tried to catch her breath. My hands gripped her hips, and I pounded into her, searching for my own release. It didn’t take long before I came with a violent buck. Phoebe bounced on top of me, but held tight to my shoulders.
The world came back into focus, but my world was still Phoebe. I shifted and tugged her into me, wrapping her in my arms, holding her close, and promising to not let her go.
I should have known I’d wake up alone, but I had hoped. I hated to admit that hope stayed with me as I made my way from the bedroom to the kitchen. As I suspected, Phoebe wasn’t there either. Still the hopeless jackass I was, I had to make sure. I headed to the front door, yanking it open, only to see her car was gone.
She ran. Again. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to jump in my car and drive to the resort, give her hell for taking off, but would she even care she ate my heart for breakfast and spat out the discarded pieces?
My cell rang, the noise echoing through the house—a noise that never bothered me before today, now it was a reminder of how empty everything was.
I found it where I left it on the kitchen counter and swiped it up. Foolishly, I hoped it was Phoebe, calling to apologize for taking off again.
When Chardonnay’s name flashed on my screen, hope wasn’t gone; it was eviscerated.
“Hey Char, what’s going on?” I asked, squinting at the time on the oven. Seven am. Shit. I overslept. Why was it every time I got Phoebe in bed, I overslept the next day? It was as if she literally sucked the life out of me.
“Did I wake you?” Char asked, curiosity tinging her tone.
“No, it’s fucking allergies,” I lied, though the weather had gone from winter to spring the last few days, and everything was yellow with pollen.
“You need to take your meds before the pollen starts. Have I taught you nothing?”
“While I love getting a lecture first thing in the morning, was there an actual reason for this call?”
“Yes. With the warm weather this weekend, I assume we’ll be opening the entire patio.”
“You’d assume right. People will want to be outside.”
“I have Rhone getting all the furniture cleaned and ready to go. I worry about the cushions getting covered in pollen, but we’ll deal with that at the end of the week.”
