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God, she’s killing me. The head of my cock drags across her sweet spot. She clamps down on me, gripping, sucking me back in, even as her arms hold me tight, as if she’ll never let me go.
Lauren fists my hair in her hands. “Noah!”
“Why…did…you…come…here?” I demand, one word between each shuttling thrust.
In answer, she cries out and presses her lips to mine.
As much as I want to lose myself in the dizzying flavor of her mouth and her intoxicating kiss, I wrench away. “Why, goddamn it?”
She’s panting now, every breath a harsh exhalation that rips through the humid air each time I shove my way into her tight depths. Her pussy squeezes me harder. Jesus, I’m losing my mind. The ecstasy is building, becoming a heavy, irresistible ache. I hiss, trying to hold back my orgasm.
“Why?” I demand again. “Fucking tell me why.”
“I need you,” she sobs.
“For a fuck?”
She shakes her head, trembling against me, her body taut with need. I look into her dilated, expressive eyes. She’s on edge, nearly ready to explode. But her emotions—her heart—shine through. And what I see on her face… God, I think I might explode even before she answers.
“No. For always,” she sobs. “I-I love you.”
That’s all it takes. The head of my dick drags against her sweet spot one more time, and she convulses, thrashing, crying out my name in a chant that fills my ears, my room, and my heart.
No way I can resist.
Pleasure slithers down my spine, gathering into a boiling pool of need in my balls. With a last thrust, the ache bursts, shooting through my entire body as I stiffen, plunge, shout, and clutch Lauren like a lifeline as I drown in a kind of ecstasy I’ve only ever felt with her.
Moments pass that drift into minutes, broken only by our slowing breaths. Still, I don’t move, remaining lodged inside her sweet body, my arms around her, holding her close.
She came back to me—and I will find some way to keep her if she thinks for even a second about leaving. But Lauren doesn’t move. Instead, her fingers stroke through my hair before gliding down my sweat-slicked back. She presses a kiss to my shoulder, my jaw, the corner of my mouth.
My cock stirs again, like I’m nineteen, not thirty-nine. Only Lauren can do this to me.
The string of kisses she continues to lay on me says she’s in no hurry to leave, thank god. She presses her lips against my cheekbone, then to my damp temple before her teeth tug on my lobe.
“Noah?”
I close my eyes, low-key praying that she’s not regretting her declaration of love. But what if it was nothing more than heated passion talking?
“Tell me again why you’re here.” I barely recognize my own voice. Scratchy. Rough. Ragged.
“The last few weeks have been miserable without you.”
“You kicked me to the curb, told me I was a scheming bastard.”
“When you let me finish the expansion presentations without help… I knew you understood that I can’t have you planning my life.”
“I definitely understood. But you didn’t believe that I love you. I don’t know how to convince you not to be afraid. What I want… it hasn’t changed, sugar.”
“Thank goodness.” She smiles up at me. “You have my sister to thank for making me realize that I was leaving you because I was afraid of being without you. Which, as she pointed out, makes no sense.”
“But now you’re willing to take a chance?” My heart starts to chug, beating faster with hope so desperate I can taste it.
“I’m still worried you’re going to get bored and leave me the way you have Misty and every other woman—”
“I won’t,” I vow, staring down at her, penetrating her gaze and willing her to understand. “Tonight, I could have had a woman named Jessica.”
Instantly, she stiffens under me, doing her best to dislodge my shaft inside her.
