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I run a hand over my chest. “I had abs when I was a teen.” I feel slightly defensive about my younger self.
“Not like now. You belong on the cover ofMen’s Health,and I should be onWeight Loss Digest, but the before issue.” She flips the comforter over her head and huddles underneath the blasted thing, taking away all her gorgeousness from my view. I drag a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. Even a dunce like me knows that would kill any chance I have with her. She’s sensitive about her body, which is fine. It’s my job to let her know that I don’t have issues with how she looks.
It’s my job to prove to her how sexy she really is. I start with her feet tucked under the blanket and tug her socks off.
“I’m ticklish,” comes the muffled voice.
“I know.” Her feet have always been sensitive. I run my finger down the center. Her toes curl, and she tries to draw away, but I hold her firm. “Your toenails aren’t painted.” They’re clear and cleaned, clipped short, but without any decoration. She used to paint them pink and put flower or bear or puppy stickers on them.
“Too busy.”
“Your fake boyfriend isn’t doing a good job of taking care of you.” I lift her foot and kiss the top of it.
She flips down the blanket and glares. “No bad-mouthing Sebastian. He’s the reason I’m still alive.”
I glare back. “Don’t mention him in our bedroom.” I give her leg a jerk until she’s flat on her back and the junction of her legs rests on the bottom of my knees. Her hips are tilted up, and she looks particularly edible from this angle.
She wrinkles her nose. “He’s part of my life. I can’t just erase him.”
Too bad. “He doesn’t exist in here. That’s my rule.”
“You were never this bossy when we were teens.”
“You never had another man in your life. That makes me crazy. It doesn’t matter that you never slept with him. Just him being near you for so long when I wasn’t makes me want to tear this mattress apart with my bare hands, so you’re just going to have to suffer my jealousy.” I place a calf over my shoulder and give it a warm kiss as an apology of sorts. The truth is I was mad jealous in the past. I hated when other guys would look at her in the hallways. I wanted to put a collar around her neck that said property of Cooper Donovan, but I don’t think she would’ve liked it much. I hid my crazy so she wouldn’t leave me. Maybe that’s what I should be doing now, but I can’t. I don’t have the energy for that kind of game. My sole focus is making a family with Fischl, the one that we were robbed of.
I slide my hand over her calf, down to squeeze her thigh. “You look hot in these jeans, but I need to have them off.”
Her sassiness immediately switches over to uneasiness, and her hands come to her waistband as if to ward me off. If I didn’t know her friend was gay, I’d have to kill him for not reassuring her every day that she was the sexiest person to walk this godforsaken planet.
“If I can’t take these jeans off, I’ll die, and I know you don’t want to be responsible for that.”
A slight curve tips the corners of her mouth. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Truthful,” I counter.
This time when I reach for her zipper, she lets her hands fall away. She watches me, though. I hope she can see my desire. How my eyes are blazing with want and the small tremor in my fingers is from need.
I draw the fastening down and then pull her jeans over her hips and down her thighs. I swing her legs over to one side and finish taking them off. They land close to my boots, making a perfect picture. I turn back to her and rub my hands over her thighs.
“Your legs are too sexy for jeans. You need to be wearing sleeping bags or you’re going to cause a riot.”
“You’re the only one who thinks that.”
“I’m not, but I’m glad you haven’t noticed all the other men staring at you. I got into so many fights in high school because guys were checking out your ass way too often.”
She arches her eyebrows. “Really? I never knew that.”
“Like I said earlier, I tried to keep my crazy hidden because I didn’t want to scare you off.” I arrange her legs so that one lies on either side of my knees.
“And now you’re not worried about that?”
“Nope. Because I plan to keep you locked up by my side. And this time, if you run off, I’m going to follow you. There’s nowhere you can hide.” I lean forward and kiss her stomach, along the faint white lines that are proof she had my son. Her skin prickles under my touch. I smooth my hand over her stomach and then up to cup her right breast, still encased in that pale blue lace. I thumb my finger over her nipple until it stiffens into a peak. “Time to feast,” I murmur. I inhale her. That’s the only way to describe it. I suck half her boob into my mouth, tonguing that tiny little nub until her hands come up to clutch my ears. Her legs close around my waist and her hips start to move. The anxiety over being uncovered, the feelings of unsexiness are falling away under my hands and mouth. My dick throbs. Precum leaks out and wets the front of my boxers. I kiss the other breast and then move my mouth up the column of her neck across her jaw and then back to capture her mouth in mine. She receives me with open arms.
I reach between us and slide my hand into her panties. Slickness and heat greet me. I pin two fingers together and push into her cunt. It’s so tight it reminds me of our first time together. I ease in slowly, letting the walls of her pussy relax until my palm hits her sex. I pump into her, fucking her with my fingers. “Let go, baby, ride my hand,” I mutter against her mouth.
Her hips rise to meet my thrusts. I drive into her until she stiffens and gasps, her cum flooding my hand. I ease back onto my knees and bring her juice up to my mouth. I lick my fingers clean and then give her a feral smile. “Time for the main course.”
CHAPTER12
