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She’s all mine.
It’s sex speaking. I’m close, so close to coming, but the thought feels good, right. Just like her.
I start to move her more on me and she flows into it. “So fucking good. I could fuck you each and every day and never get bored.”
Tangling my hand in her hair I pull her mouth down to mine and I take her in a demanding kiss that’s like sex, and she starts shaking and comes on me. A few more strokes and I come too, flying high, holding her against me as I ride it. The pleasure flooding me.
She slumps on me, and I hold her, stroking a path down her spine, kissing her forehead.
“Christ, Leland,” she says, her words rumbling against my chest, “are you trying to kill me?”
“No, but what a way to go.”
“Agreed.”
“Have I won you over?”
She lifts her head, laughing softly. “I’m thinking on it. You might need to put some work in.”
“What the fuck do you think that was.”
Sarah gets off me and slides into the space next to me. I pull her back into my arms, not quite ready to let her go.
“A start?”
“Woman . . .”
But there’s a smile, and it warms me. I honestly don’t know what this is, but the languid mood brightens dark parts of me, places I didn’t know I needed Sarah’s light.
“I’m thinking, for now, you’re not that bad, Leland.”
I roll so I’m on her, nestled between her legs. Right now, I’m no threat, but give me a few and I’m going to want her again and be able to do something about it. “That’s the highest compliment you’ve given me.”
She loops her arms around me. “I’ve told you how ridiculously hot you are.”
“Yeah, but . . .” I kiss a path across her cheek to her mouth where I kiss her softly. She’s so damn sweet. “You were all kinds of pissed off at me.”
I kiss her again, and then again, and soon it turns into a heady little world where each kiss leads to the next. Drugging deep kisses, teasing small ones, and I don’t know who’s leading who into it all.
Finally, she breaks the kiss, breathing hard.
“Sometimes it’s hard to trust.”
“Because of your ex?”
“Kinda, and . . .”
“Me.” I close my eyes. “You thinking I left you money.”
“I was young.”
“Yeah.” I slide my palm down her side under the sheet, then between her thighs to rest it right near her pussy.
So many things tumble through my head. But I don’t say them. I’ve said them and it’ll take time until she sees I’m not the man in her head. The one to expect trouble from. Words are words. Actions count.
My heart contracts. Fuck. Am I planning on being around? Because this is going to take a long time. Maybe a small forever.
And . . . I . . . swallow hard.
