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She blinked. “What?”
His gaze lowered to where the towel was tucked in between her breasts. “That morning has haunted my every thought for the last three days.” When he lifted his eyes, they were dark and smoky. “I wasn’t avoiding you to save you, Cloe. I was avoiding you to save myself.”
At his words, her anger melted away and all the feelings that had been hiding behind it consumed her. She knew she was going to get hurt. She knew it with every fiber of her being. But knowing didn’t stop her from stepping closer and kissing him.
As soon as her lips touched his, he growled deep in his throat and jerked her close. At first, the kiss was desperate and frantic like they both couldn’t get enough. But soon it slowed to a languid, drugging slide of lips and tongue that made Cloe’s entire body feel like warm honey. When his hot, calloused hands slipped beneath the towel and cupped her butt cheeks, pressing her against his ridged fly, that honey turned to molten lava.
She moaned at the feel of hard man covered by soft denim. He whispered against her lips. “Feel what you do to me, Lucky.” He moved his hips, brushed his hard-on back and forth across the ache between her legs. “I’ve walked around for days like this. Wanting you and knowing that it will just make you leaving so much harder. But I can’t resist you anymore.”
He lifted her completely off her feet and set her on the counter between the double sinks. The granite was cold on her bare butt and her breath hitched, but he warmed her up quickly with another long, drugging kiss. As he kissed her, he untucked the towel and it slipped down around her hips. His hands nudged her legs apart and goose bumps rose as his calloused fingers caressed their way up her thighs and then slowly back down again. On the third trip, his fingers brushed over the juncture of her legs and she had to pull back from the kiss to catch her breath.
“You like that, Lucky?” he asked. She nodded and his eyes grew even hotter as he slipped between her folds and dipped one long finger inside her. “Me too. A lot. A whole hell of a lot.”
He stroked her until she wiggled in frustration, then he pulled her closer to the edge and knelt between her legs. His intense gray gaze held her spellbound as he lowered his mouth. He watched her, gauging her every reaction until he found the tongue stroke and pace she liked the best. Then he set about giving her the best orgasm of her life.
Her eyes closed and her head fell back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. When it finally subsided, she opened her eyes to see him still kneeling in front of her with a look of wonder on his face. Like he had enjoyed it as much as she had. Of course, she realized that wasn’t the case when he stood and she saw the bulge beneath his zipper.
She reached out and grabbed a belt loop, pulling him between her legs. It wasn’t easy getting his straining zipper down and he ended up having to help. Once it was lowered, she eased the elastic waistband of his briefs down and released his hard length.
She took him in hand, stroking him until his hands gripped the counter on either side of her legs and his breath became rough and ragged. She would have liked to watch him orgasm, but he stopped her.
“I want to be in you. Is that okay?”
She nodded. “I want that too.”
His smile was brilliant. He searched through two drawers until he found a box of condoms. Once he had one on, he returned to her. “We could go to the bed.”
She shook her head. “I want you now.”
His eyes dilated and he stepped closer, his hands gripping her butt. “I’ve wanted you since we woke up together in the hayloft.”
She was surprised, but only for the second it took for him to slide deep inside her. Then all she could feel was the fulfilling stretch that fed an aching need she didn’t even know she had until then. She tightened around him to keep him right where he was.
“Damn,” he groaned. “You feel so good, Cloe.”
He pulled out and thrust again. Even deeper this time. As he continued to thrust, his mouth dropped to her breast, his lips and tongue finding her nipple and sending showers of sensation rippling through her with each suck and lick. As he pumped harder and faster, his hand slipped between her legs to stroke her clit. She was stunned by how quickly that brought her to a second orgasm. As she moaned out her satisfaction, he reached orgasm with a string of guttural cusswords. Once it was over, his head dropped to her shoulder and she placed her arms around him and held him tightly.
Eventually, she would have to let him go.
But for now, nothing about this felt fake.
Chapter Sixteen
“It was your mother’s gardening hat?” Cloe looked up at him with green eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Rome. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Casey gave it to me. I just assumed it had been left by one of his many women.”
Rome laughed. “I don’t think he brings them home to garden.” He picked up a strand of hair that had fallen across his chest. It slipped through his fingers like the curly ribbon on top of a Christmas present. Cloe had certainly turned out to be a present. One of the best presents he’d ever gotten. “And it doesn’t matter if you borrow my mother’s hat.”
“Of course it matters,” she said. “She’s your mother. That hat is precious. In fact, it’s too precious to be lying on the bathroom floor.” She started to get up, but he pulled her back into his arms.
“It’s okay, Cloe. I’ll get it later.” He was too comfortable now to move.
She snuggled back into his arms. “So your mama gardened?”
“That’s the only memories I have of her, actually. She had a vegetable garden out back. She’d tell me nursery rhymes while she was working.” He smiled at the memory. It surprised him. Memories of his mother had never made him happy before. But this one did. “She used to do different voices. Silly voices that made me laugh.”
Cloe’s fingers caressed the hair on his chest. “I bet she loves you.”
He sighed. “Maybe. Just not enough to stay.”
