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“Sorry,” she peeps. “I didn’t mean to—”
I don’t let her finish. Suddenly, my arms are no longer swinging by my sides; instead, my hands are curled around her hips and I’m stepping forward, pressing her body against the wall. I crush my lips to hers, drinking in the gasp of surprise she lets out as our lips collide again.
I angle my mouth to coax the crease of her lips open, gaining access and slanting my tongue against hers. Her lavender scent floods my senses, and the taste of her mouth intoxicates me. She grips my waist, and I groan into our kiss as I feel her perfectly firm tits pressing against me as her chest swells when she sucks in a breath.
My fingertips sink deeper into her hips. I want my fingertips to leave a mark. I want her to see them when she’s in the shower for the next week, I want her to think about me every time she takes her clothes off.
When I pull away, her neck and cheeks are covered with a scarlet blush, her eyes wide and dazzled.
“I’m not sorry,” I rasp. “Ididmean to do that.”
“Liam,” she says, her voice hoarse, “you know things can’t stay this way between us.”
“I know.” Yeah, I know. What I don’t know if how the fuck to stop feeling this way.
“I had an idea,” she says, tentatively.
I arch a brow. “An idea?”
“I think we left too much unfinished between us.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I’ll fucking say so.”
“And I think that’s the problem.”
“So …?”
“So,” she begins, and then takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders like she’s building up courage to finish her thought, “we should finish it.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, though the tension coiling through me hints that I have some idea; but could she really mean what I think she might?
“When we hooked up on Halloween, neither of us expected it to be the last time. The anticipation and expectation of a repeat …”
“It’s all I’ve thought about for more than three months now,” I finish her thought.
She looks deep in my eyes, her gaze serious and unwavering. “I think that’s what we need to do. We need to do it one more time—but this time, we both need to go into it knowing it’s the last time. That it has to be the last time. If we do that, I think we can move on.”
Move on. The thought of moving on from Zoey makes me feel like my heart is being squeezed in an eagle’s talons.
But we both have to move on. We don’t have another choice.
And what she just proposed … it makes sense. A lot of sense.
“Because I don’t think we’re going to be able to ease this tension otherwise,” she says.
I know she’s right about that. I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop thinking about what I want to do to her, not after I spent more than three months dreaming about it—not just dreaming about it,expectingit.
“One last time,” I say, to make sure we’re on the same page. “When we both know it’s the last time. To blow off steam and … move on.”
“Right,” she says.
Anticipation ripples across me as I realize she just gave me an invitation to do everything I did to her Halloween night again. This time, I’m going to savor every fucking moment of it like I’ve been condemned to death and I’m eating my last meal.
I take a step forward, eliminating even the slight space that was previous between us, feeling her soft curves pressing against me. I feel lightheaded as my blood flow redirects itself lower, my cock raging hard as I realize that soon I’m going to feel her bare skin against me, something I’ve been dreaming of for so long.
“Should we sneak back to your place?” I ask.
“Actually …” the tentative look in her eyes is suddenly replaced by a bold, devious gleam. “I think we should end this where it started.”
