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She smiles, and I kiss her breathless.
I leave her briefly, grab a condom from my dresser and roll it on, soaking in the way she’s watching me, her eyes riveted as I return to the bed and notch my thighs between the cradle of her hips. I cage her between my arms, kiss her while I line us up and find her entrance, all other thoughts eclipsed by this moment. Naomi James. About to be mine.Physically.
Her knees press into my sides, her hands finding the grooves of my back. I swipe my tongue against hers as adrenaline sharpens my vision.
I press forward. We both gasp. Her nails make purchase.
I push deeper, releasing a harsh grunt when we’re flush. “Shit, you’re…”Perfect.
“Don’t stop.” She rolls her hips, egging me on.
We move, thrusting together, her slick pussy as tormenting as I imagined. Tight. Hot. Wet. Clenching me as I drag in and out, sweat gathering, my heart pounding harder than on my runs. And the worst words hover on my lips.Don’t go.
We’re having sex, wrapped up in each other, rocking and groping and kissing and my only thought is…this can’t end. Not now. Not in a month. But we don’t get everything we want in life. So I banish the wish, letting the heat gripping my quads burn me up. We get rougher, harder slaps of our hips taking us higher and higher until she cries out and her inner walls squeeze my length, ripping apart my sense. Spasms barrel through me, unrelenting.
“Jesus,” is all I manage afterward.
My fists are planted on either side of Naomi’s head. Her hands are on my hips, her hair wild on my sheets, her cheeks and neck red from exertion. When she opens her eyes, those two words slam back.Don’t go.She’s looking at me with so much unbridled emotion I’m sure she’s thinking the same thing.
But she pulls my head down, gives me a deep kiss, and murmurs, “What smells so damn good in this house?”
chapterten
Naomi
I never thought heaven would be sitting on Avett’s bed, wearing one of his T-shirts, with him in nothing but his tight briefs, bowls of chicken pot pie on our laps.
I take my last bite of the food he made and moan. “You are such a liar. No man who hates cooking makes food this good.”
He chews his mouthful of chicken and flaky pastry, smiling as he swallows. “You only let me do things for you if you think I’ll suffer.”
I lick my spoon, enjoying the way his rapt attention focuses on my mouth. “I feel kind of badly about how much I’ve pushed your buttons over the years.”
He sets our empty bowls aside and brings me to lie down with him, face to face. “I did sabotage your campaign.”
“I’d love to have seen footage of it. Bet you were sweating and panicked the whole time.”
He chuckles. “It wasn’t pretty. But have I told you how pretty you look in my T-shirt?”
I lift a shoulder, going for demure. “This old thing?”
“Your wardrobe drives me wild every morning, but that?” He whistles and we share a smile. Slowly, his amusement softens into something more serious. “Tell me about this trip. What inspired it?”
Such a simple question, but it isn’t really. “I want to scare myself.”
“You could just do my taxes.”
I smirk. “Or listen to that wheezing sound your nose makes.”
He clutches his chest. “Woman. Why so harsh?”
“You’re such an easy target.”
“With you, I am. But scaring yourself,” he says, nudging us back on track. “Do tell.”
My mother keeps asking me the same thing, and I only ever give her partial truths. I love my parents. I don’t want to hurt them, but telling them the truth will do just that.
This thing with Avett, though—it’s less complicated. At least, it’s supposed to be. Burn off years of sexual frustration with some good, old-fashioned sex. Mutually-agreed-upon boning between friends. Exactly what we need to close the door on all the what-ifs between us. Exactly whatIneed to relax and unwind before I kick off my travels.
