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Banks Huntington.
If it hadn’t been for the way I’d seen him interact with his son for weeks now, or the way he cared about his family, the simple fact he asked if I was sure was enough for me to know the kind of man he was.
“Positive,” I whispered.
Without any hesitation, Banks stood and lifted me in his arms. Then he carried me up the stairs and to the guest bedroom, where I’d spent the night last night.
After he placed me down on the bed, he stopped and froze.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed. “Before this goes too far, you need to tell me where you stand on protection.”
“What?”
He shook his head. “Lamise, I was married. I don’t have condoms here. I haven’t been with anyone else since Violet.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since Graham,” I confessed, hating that he seemed to be feeling so stressed about this.
He swallowed hard, and I could have sworn he was waging a war inside his mind. “What about pregnancy?”
“I’m covered.”
Relief swept through him, but he still hesitated to move.
“Banks,” I called softly.
He lifted his gaze to mine. “What?”
I wasn’t quite sure where my courage was coming from, but I reached my hand out to him. Banks linked his fingers through mine and climbed into the bed, his body hovering protectively over mine.
Our clasped hands were over our heads as Banks touched his mouth to mine once more and kissed me.While our tongues tasted one another, Banks’s free hand roamed up and down the side of my body.
God, it felt nice.
So nice.
Feeling that connection to someone again, having his hands and mouth on me. It was already better than I could have ever imagined, and we’d barely scratched the surface.
But perhaps that was just it.
There was no way this could be anything but wonderful, considering the connection we had with one another. We had a bond between us that nobody else could ever begin to understand. And while what we’d have with one another would be our own, it was what we’d experienced in our lives that gave us a deeper appreciation for what we had now.
As I hooked one leg around Banks’s waist, his hand at my side traveled up to my breast. He placed his palm over it, squeezing and massaging the flesh.
I rolled my hips against him, feeling him hard between us, as I moaned into his mouth.
Banks tore his mouth from mine, looked down at me with something intense in his eyes, and I couldn’t stop myself from begging. “Please.”
In the next instant, my shirt was gone.
The look in Banks’s eyes heated, and he didn’t hesitate to pull my pants down my legs. By the time he had me there in nothing but a bra and panties while looking at me the way that he was, I was certain I’d combust.
On the bright side, it seemed Banks was feeling at least some of the same, because he lifted his hand behind his neck, gripped the fabric of his shirt in his fingers, and pulled it over his head.
I licked my lips at the sight of him half naked.
While I knew Banks had a great body—nobody filled out a shirt the way he did—I was still caught off guard by how incredible he looked. Strong, solid muscle. Built shoulders and sinewy arms. Defined abs. He was a walking advertisement for health and fitness.
