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Now, I was doubly glad I’d gotten the receipt. She held the proof right there in her perfect, beautiful hands.
“I needed them gone. The next few months are gonna be rough ones, Cheeks. I won’t pretend otherwise. But I figure, if we can get through them without any more ultimatums from your mother,” I said. “Or bookies showing up at Nana’s house with baseball bats, or—”
She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me so hard I saw fireworks.
“Xander?” she whispered, stroking my cheek when she pulled back.
I blinked, still dazzled. It never failed to amaze me how I could be stone fucking sober, and kissing her could make me feel drunk. “Yeah?”
She smiled up at me and trailed a hand down my chest. It traveled toward the buckle of my belt, where her fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans.
“I want you to take me to bed.”
I swallowed hard, just once, as my cock stiffened against denim. I nodded.
She didn’t have to ask me twice.
I swept her up into my arms, carrying her bridal style. She earned herself a chuckle from me as she struggled, kicking her feet, and holding onto my neck for dear life.
“I’m too heavy!” she cried out through a laugh. “You’ll drop me!”
I rolled my eyes and held her a little tighter, just to give her peace of mind. “I’m not gonna drop you, Cheeks. You barely weigh anything.”
It was true. The stress of the past two months had eaten away at all those delicious curves I loved so much. I took her up the stairs just as easily as I would have carried a suitcase. Luckily, she was shaped more to my liking than a Samsonite, and even nicer to hold.
A Samsonite, for instance, lacked tits. As I tossed Felicity down on the mattress of our bed, hers bounced gorgeously, barely contained beneath the fabric of her sundress. I palmed one as I folded my body over hers, lowering my mouth so when she moaned, I could stifle it with a kiss.
Her tongue tangled with mine, hot and slick. She tasted like strawberries, the last of the summer. The sweetest. I moved my hips between her thighs, grinding against her. Soon, I was the one moaning for her, and she was the one stifling the sound with her mouth.
“God, I want you.” I pulled back and breathed the words like a prayer.
“I want you, too,” she said, her eyes darting to the side. “But the door?”
I glared in its direction. It was still open. An annoyance, but something I could easily fix. I took off my shirt and kicked off my boots as I went over to close it, undoing my belt on the way back.
Someday, we’d have our own house. No one in it but me and her and our cubs. Even then, I supposed we’d need to relegate our friskier activities to closed rooms, but the boys had grandparents. Godparents. Aunts and uncles. They wouldn’t be there all the time.
And when they weren’t, I’d fuck Felicity with every door open. Every window, too. I’d have her without a care in the world.
“Happy?” I asked, crawling onto the bed with her once more.
“Yes, actually,” she preened. “Now, come here and kiss me like that again.”
My cock throbbed with need as our lips and tongues met once more. I rode the mounting wave of desperation for as long as I could bear it.
There was something so simple about this, effortless and inevitable as walking outside in a storm and feeling rain on my skin. She made my entire body ache with wanting, from my toes to the roots of my teeth.
Our lives hadn’t exactly been easy ones. Our love—that hadn’t been so easy, either. But wanting her came so naturally, it was a wonder I was able to do anything else.
Wanting Felicity Jordan was the easiest thing in the entire world.
I worked off my jeans and boxers while I continued to kiss her. It would’ve been more practical to get up and take them off while standing, but I didn’t think I’d survive it. I needed my mouth on her skin. It was as imperative as my heartbeat, as being able to breathe.
My own breath quivered, humid against the valley between her breasts. I’d never thought of myself as a man who’d do anything close to quivering before I had her kiss and lick and bite, yet here I was. She made a surprisingly delicate thing of me. She could turn me to a puddle with no more than a look. I took her wrists in my hands, pinning them down, just to make sure she hadn’t stolen all the strength from my muscles as well. She hadn’t—but it didn’t matter.
The more I fought to prove how strong I was now, the more I felt my lust pulling me apart.
“Taste me,” she panted. A command.
