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I kiss her with a newfound precision. I haul her against my body as I deepen the kiss.
"Jeremy," she sighs against my mouth, encircling her arms around my neck. Her thumb caresses my face. Our tongue moves in sync. She moves across the console until she’s sitting astride me.
"I don’t ever want to see you with that guy again. I don’t want him touching you. Even if you don’t care about him, he does about you. I can’t stand it." My voice is hoarse, filled with the weight of emotions I can’t explain. I don’t know where this moment is leading us, and I don’t care, but I love everything about it.
Being here. Kissing Chloe. Having her in my arms.
Holding her like this, clinging to me as we lose ourselves in each other. I want to bury myself in her.
"Drive," Chloe whispers.
"Where to?" I mumble as my lips graze her neck.
"Anywhere that we can be alone."
13
CHLOE
I'm so happy to see Jeremy. I missed him so much, and it's barely been a day. I snuck out the moment I got his message. Feeling both apprehension at how he left my place and excitement that he’d take the risk to come here just to see me.
The relief I feel when he kisses me is like two hundred pounds being lifted off my shoulders. Jealousy, that’s all it was. A moment of irrationality. Thank god, cause really, how much more drama could I deal with right now?
He’s like a bad addiction, and I'm powerless against it. We’ve been secretly with each other for a month now (fighting and battling, more like). Sometimes I feel guilty, but other times I don't. I feel like I'm on borrowed time. My happiness is likely to blow up once Ella finds out. So I'm seizing this moment to love him however I can so I won't be left with regret.
He leans me over just enough so he can see where he’s going. He starts the car and drives out of the hotel lot. I have no idea where he’s taking me, but I've come to trust and love him so much. I trust him to keep me safe, but I'm unsure if that iswise. Then again, I have a tendency not to think when Jeremy is involved.
He brings the car to a stop in front of a secluded house. The sun is just setting, and as I look to the building warm lights come on outside. I duck down in my seat on instinct. Jeremy laughs softly, then pulls me across his lap again to kiss me.
"The lights are on a timer, silly," he says with a smile.
"Oh. I thought someone had spotted us," I reply, still nervous about being in front of a stranger’s house.
"Would that be so bad?" he asked, guiding the fabric of my v-neck tee off one of my shoulders and kissing a path to my collarbone.
"It depends on who it is," I remind him.
Instead of answering, he flicks his tongue over my lips and a shudder ripples through me. His tongue explores me, kissing, licking, biting, nibbling, each motion a glorious rush of sensation. He takes the hem of my shirt and tugs it off over my head smoothly. My breasts bounce out when he undoes the clasp on my bra, and he gracefully cups them. He inhales me with a groan as he takes one taut nipple into his mouth.
"God, you smell so good."
His hands travel over my neck, my shoulders, my arms, my breasts. Every inch of my bare skin ignites under his touch. His soft lips plant hungry kisses on my hair, on my eyelids, underneath my jaw, and at that deliciously sensitive spot just beneath my ear. There's a craving in his touch, a ferocity to his kisses like he's desperate to own me. It's like we haven't made love in months when it’s only been a day.
Still, it feels as new and raw as the first night in the hotel room. Although he doesn't tell me how he feels, he says it in the way he makes love to me in this moment.
He worships my nipples one after another for a long moment. He's in no hurry, and it feels so refreshingly good. Iarch my back, thrusting my breast into his mouth, and he sucks with greed until my soft panting turns to moans of delight.
I take off his golf shirt and open my hands wide over his hard chest, loving how the muscles resist the pressure of my touch. I let my hands travel across his pecs, his stomach, his arms. I dig my fingers into his hair, and he’s clearly turned on by the feel of my nails brushing his scalp. I could be mistaken, but I swear the man actually purred. How can one man be so beautiful?
"I need to feel you," he whispers as he licks my earlobe. I shudder at both the heat of his breath and the urgency in his voice.
He eases me up and slides my shorts down, then unbuckles his pants. He pulls me back down, slowly guiding his cock inside of me. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of him sliding inside of me. No matter how many times we’ve made love, this first agonizingly wonderful thrust never fails to take my breath away.
"I could stay here with you forever, Chloe." I love it when he says my name. I love to watch the ecstasy on his face whenever he is inside of me. I move deliberately, trying to adjust to him. "What are you doing to me? What is this power you have over me?" he whispers as I increase my rhythm, riding him harder and faster.
I want to tell him that he’s the one driving me insane. A few months ago, I was an innocent young woman, but he turned me into someone I don't know anymore. He rubs my ass gently, caressing it as I rock him.
"Just like that. Don't stop..." He shifts against me and places his lips on my neck. "Yes, baby, just like that. Faster!"
