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I’d spent a lifetime avoiding this—this feeling.The way it made me want. The way it made me weak. Vulnerable.Out of control.And I wasn’t going to let it catch me now. Not for a man who was never meant to be mine.
“I should go,” I said, my voice cracking.
He nodded easily, as though I wasn’t able to see the disappointment in his eyes. He reached behind me and opened the door, and we walked in silence over to the Jeep.
“Decker…” I paused with my hand on the driver’s door.
“I just want you to know, I normally wouldn’t fuck a woman against my shop door.”
I hid my small smile. “I’m not complaining.”
“Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t have been in a bed.”
My stomach tightened. “I promise, I’m not holding it against you,” I said, the words like the tip of a knife pressed to my chest, and then I shoved it deep. “You can save your bed for your real girlfriend.”
I tried to make it sound light. Easy. Carefree. Like he didn’t have to worry about making that kind of effort with me because it didn’t matter.
Decker’s eyes glittered with something intense. Something that made me tremble and my heart flutter.Something I refused to acknowledge because it was the kind of thing that led to complications.
“Good night, Decker,” I said, wanting suddenly to climb into the Jeep and drive away as fast as I could.
His head dipped, and he pressed a kiss to my cheek. Soft. Tender.Devastating.And then he whispered, “Good night, baby.”
And somehow, no matter how hard I tried to keep him at arm’s length, with one word, he inched just a little closer to my heart.
ChapterNine
REESE
“Decker…”
His dark head looked up from between my legs, his grin slick with my desire. “You better hurry up and come if you want my cock.”
My back bowed as his mouth set on me again, devouring me like I was the only meal he needed each day.A meal he’d made sure to savor every day for the last week.In his car. In my car. On his desk in his shop. And now, in my childhood bed while Mom was at therapy.
I clutched his head, my hips rocking against his lips and tongue, demanding more. But sex wasn’t the only thing I was starting to want more of.Pleasure coiled as he sucked on my clit, flicking it with his tongue in the way he knew would send me shooting straight over the edge.
“Decker!” I cried out, my orgasm claiming me with a swift explosion.
His low, hungry growl accompanied the ravenous way he savored my release for a few blissful seconds before the heat of his mouth was gone. I opened my eyes just in time to see him draw back before the hands he’d had framed on my hips flipped me over and hauled me onto my knees, my chest heaving into the mattress.
The air hit my wet core with a chill, but it was the sound of his zipper that made me shiver.
“Tell me,” he ordered, notching his cock into my swollen folds.
I curled my hands into the blankets, the rush of release transforming into an ebb of ache. I wanted more. I wanted him.
“I need your cock.”
His deep groan accompanied the swift, deep drive of his cock. He buried himself to the root, his hips pressed to my ass, and groaned low.
“Tell me.”
“I need it,” I begged again. “Please, Decker. I need more.”
With every plea, he gave what I asked—anything I asked. Harder. Faster. More and more and more. Until the slap of our hips was echoed by way my bed banged against the wall.
“You gotta come, baby,” he rasped deeply.
