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“It’s okay, baby.” I could hear the hint of concern in his deep voice.
“No, it’s not. Can I come over?”
“I can come to you. Is Noah in bed?”
My tears breached my lashes and spilled down my cheeks, but I kept my voice steady. “No, he’s at a friend’s house.”
“Then get your sweet ass over here, little bird,” he whispered huskily.
Twenty minutes later, he answered his door, shirtless and in a pair of sweats sitting low on his hips. When he saw my face, his dark brows pulled in. “Are you okay?”
I went to him and kissed him. Suddenly I wanted this moment to last. I wanted to remember every kiss. Every touch. Every breath with him in it.
Because this was goodbye.
He just didn’t know it.
Feeling my desperation, he pulled back.
“Hey, talk to me.” His gentle fingers swiped a strand of hair from my face. “Tell me what’s going on.”
I wish I could.
“I know we need to talk. But not now. Please, I need you.”
He frowned. “Why won’t you tell me what has you so frightened you can’t tell me the truth. Let me help you.”
“Because you can’t.”
“I can protect you from whatever it is you’re afraid of.”
I shook my head.
No, he couldn’t.
I pressed my fingertips into his cheeks and brushed his lips with mine. “Please…” I begged. “We’ll talk in the morning. But for now…I need this … please… just make love to me.”
I kissed him and he kissed me back. At first it was hesitant, but as it grew in heat, his resistance burned away like embers, and he lifted me up in his big arms, and we both moaned as I wrapped my legs around his hips and he carried me to the bedroom.
On the bed, I straddled him and gently rocked against the hardness in the front of his sweats, and he took my face in his big hands with a moan, kissing me harder.
I wasn’t wearing panties beneath my dress. They were on the floor of my car. Because this was why I was here. I wanted this to be my last memory of him.
With a bit of maneuvering, I was able to slide his sweatpants over his narrow hips, and when I sank down on him, he moaned, his head falling back into the pillow as I began to ride him.
“Little bird …” he breathed, his voice strained, his eyes hooded.
I pulled my dress over my head and he groaned at my nakedness. Reaching up, his tender fingers swept down my throat and across my collarbone, lighting little fires along the way. They left featherlike trails down to my breasts. Every touch tender and meaningful. Loving. I gasped, slowly grinding against his pelvis, the friction building in my clit, his big cock filling every inch of me, making me wet, making me moan.
God, he feels good.
The muscles of his firm stomach flexed and clenched into a six-pack as he sat up, and his warm lips found my breasts and sealed over a tight nipple. He licked and sucked, his tongue dragging across my skin until his lips latched onto the other nipple. He hissed in a breath, and his hands slid over me like silk, creating magic with every touch.
I started to cry. I was riding him but he was making love to me with everything he had. His mouth. His tongue. His fingers.
And this was goodbye.
Because tomorrow I would be gone.
Far, far away from here.
A woman running from her past.
A woman running from the law for killing the man who kidnapped her brother and made her do the unthinkable.
Pleasure and heartache were a perfect storm inside me, and despite the chaos in my head, my orgasm was swift. Heartbreak collided with physical pleasure, and tears streamed down my face as I rode the rollercoaster to the top of the ride and freefell into a mind-blowing bliss. I closed my eyes and my head tilted back as I came, loud and unbridled, under Bull’s mesmerized gaze. And for a moment there was nothing but us, and the ecstasy our bodies were taking from each other.
As I came down from my high, I realized my face was wet with tears. I quickly wiped them away, but Bull grabbed my wrist. “Baby…”
I pulled it free and leaned down, smashing my lips to his.
But he pulled back. “Why are you crying?”
He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, those magical eyes glittering all over my face, the tenderness in his touch telling me that his feelings ran deep.
His touch broke my heart.
More tears fell down my cheeks, and my emotions spilled out.
“Because you mean everything to me …”
Because this is goodbye and my heart is breaking.
He moaned and kissed me hard, rolling us until I was under his big body, not knowing that this was it for us. He pressed his massive palms to the side of my face and planted kisses against my cheeks, fighting off my tears with his tenderness as his hips began rolling into me again. Slowly and tenderly, and oh so deeply, he gave us both mind-shattering climaxes, the length and thickness of him driving us headfirst into blinding ecstasy.
