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We both spoke at once, her soft laughter following as I abandoned what I’d been about to say and eagerly replied, “Yes.”

It was dark out, the streetlights catching the gold notes in her bright eyes. “I missed you today,” I breathed.

She sat upright, her sultry gaze drifting over me. “Are you going to do anything about that?”

I smirked. “I have a few ideas.”

Leaning forward, I slid my hand down her neck, feeling her tremble at my touch, and I knew in that moment that she’d missed me just as much. I whispered my lips over hers, teasing her for only a moment and loving the way her breath hitched. I deepened the kiss, groaning when her hands pressed flat to my chest, lowering to my abdomen.

My tongue met hers, a sensuous slide, and a huff of breath escaped me when I felt her fumbling with my belt buckle. I was so into her I almost let her undo it right here in the car. Then a loud wolf whistle sounded from somewhere outside, and we broke apart, each of us breathing fast. I peered forward out the window and saw a familiar older couple standing a few yards away, arm in arm like they were returning from a nighttime walk.

“It’s Fred and Nessa,” Erin said, blowing an irritated breath. Her aunt gave a big thumbs up, the couple chuckling as they headed inside the building.

“Okay, this is getting to be too much. I might have to move,” she complained, though there was humour in her voice.

“Hey, it’s just family. They might be all up in your business, but they’re always there when you need them.”

“You’re right. I love them really. They’re just so nosy sometimes.”

I cupped her cheek. “Come on, let’s go inside where we can have some privacy.”

“At this rate, we’ll have Rua spying on us and gossiping about what we’re doing to all the neighbourhood cats,” she said, and I laughed as we headed in.

I helped Erin with her coat and bag, hanging them up alongside mine as she went to use the bathroom. I sat on her couch, letting her cat sniff me before she sauntered out into the hallway and presumably down to Erin’s bedroom. I heard the bathroom door open and close, and then she stood in the doorway, her cheeks flushed, golden eyes bright with need. I allowed my gaze to take a leisurely journey over her body. Her hair was down, and she wore a dark blue wrap dress that reached just past her knee. She’d slipped off her shoes so her feet were bare.

“Hey,” she said, her voice breathy.

A fond smile curved my mouth. “What are you doing all the way over there?”

“Just … thinking about everything I want to do to you.”

Bloody hell, that sentence uttered in her velvety, seductive voice was enough to spike my heartrate. I was already hard just having her gaze on me. I patted the space next to me on the couch. “The hour is late. Better get started.”

I watched as a pretty flush stained her cheeks. Instead of joining me on the couch, she walked over to the window and pulled the blinds. When she returned, she hitched up the skirt of her dress and sat astride me. My breathing quickened, my hands going to her thick, sexy thighs as she reached out and ran her fingers along the line of my jaw. My head fell back, and a deep groan escaped me. Her fingers continued their journey down my neck before reaching for my tie. She easily loosened it and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor before making short work of my shirt buttons.

“Hmm, I like undressing you,” she murmured, her eyes on my chest as she pushed the shirt open, her palm sliding along my pecks then down over my abdomen.

“Fuck, Erin.”

She tilted her head. “Is this okay?”

I could feel the muscles working in my throat. “It’s more than okay. Don’t stop.”

She reached down then pulled her dress up over her head in one clean swoop. I was going to come just watching her. She wore a matching underwear set in pale cream, little flowers embroidered onto the bra, and it was so sexy I was torn between removing it and leaving it on her. Then her hands went to my belt buckle, and I lost a few brain cells. She had my cock free, and I was rock hard as she gently gripped me.

She bent close, giving me an incredible view of her tits as she whispered, “I want this inside me.”

“You can have whatever you want,” I replied throatily, my hands going to her knickers, fingers slipping past fabric and finding her wet. I touched her clit, and she trembled on top of me, her cascade of hair hanging over her shoulder. I was busy taking in her reaction while she produced a condom from her bra. I smirked. So that was what she’d gone to the bathroom for.

Without asking permission, she removed it from the foil packet then shimmied back, concentrating as she rolled it down my length. Then she went up on her knees, and I thanked whatever deity had decided to bestow me with this woman when she positioned herself over my cock, her eyes locking on mine as she, agonisingly, pleasurably slowly lowered herself down on me.

“Erin,” I grunted, hands sinking into her soft, silky hair as her hips began to move. I closed my eyes for a second, lost to the ecstasy, but then forced them open. I didn’t want to miss a single second of her riding me like I belonged to her, because the truth was there was no other woman in the world that I wanted to be possessed by.

“Tristan,” she moaned, and I lost the battle against my will, my hand moving of its own accord as it slid up her back and unclipped her bra. Her breasts fell free, heavy and perfect, and I bent to capture one nipple in my mouth while my other hand caressed and pinched the other. I loved how she felt, loved the noises she made, the way she looked at me like I was the only man who could possibly make her feel this way.

“That’s it, take what you want,” I urged, and she rode me faster, taking us both to the brink of heaven, and there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

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