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“Easy,” she soothed, kissing the side of his mouth, his jaw. Her lips swollen and the skin on her chin pink from his stubble.

“You really want this?”

“Very much so.”

Relief flooded him. He curved his arms up around her head, pressed his face into her neck and squeezed his eyes tight. “Thank f**k.”

“I really thought you’d left.” Her voice cracked and he reared back. Her eyes were liquid-bright.

“No. No, I couldn’t do that.” How could she even doubt it? He’d told her things on that stupid damn walkie-talkie he’d never told another living soul. “You don’t need to worry about that. Ever.”

Her chin wrinkled up and he kissed it too. Again and again.

“Tell me you believe me,” he prompted.

Her mouth opened and her bottom lip trembled. “I’m sorry. I’m ruining it.”

“Tell me you believe me.”

She nodded jerkily. “I believe you.”

“Good. You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re brilliant for my self-esteem,” Natalie sighed and then chuckled. Low, throaty sounds that fulfilled two of the top three items on his list of things to hear before he died. Her hands slid down his body, moulding to his damp back. Clinging to him enough to let him know this was getting to her too. “Let’s get this T-shirt off. Hmm?”

“Yeah.” Angus pushed back onto his knees, ditched the shirt, started tearing open his shorts while he toed off his sneakers. Naked was excellent. Naked was clearly where they needed to go. His heart pounded inside his chest. Sweat slicked his body and his hands were still shaking. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice. “Ah, Nat. Get your clothes off. Now. Please.”

“You’ve got combat adrenaline.” Natalie rose up onto her elbows and eyed the bulge in his boxer briefs with interest. “I read about it once.”

He frowned at her, confused at the change in subject. “Maybe. Does it matter?”

“No.”

“You’ve still got your clothes on.” He pushed down his cargos and boxers, needing to get naked. Needing her to get naked, but Natalie was busy, watching. The expression on her face when she saw his c**k for the first time was immensely satisfying. The dart of her pink tongue across her lips like she was contemplating all manner of stuff. Her eyes roamed over him, br**sts heaving like there wasn’t enough air in the apartment, even with the balcony doors wide open.

She really did have the best tits. The best everything. Her voice alone had kept him hanging on for days. To think she’d imagined him gone. The things she’d said to him, how she’d kept him hoping, yearning. She’d given him a reason to live when every last thing was lost. Now he’d gotten to her there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going anywhere without her.

“You’re gorgeous,” she said.

Angus grunted. Not that her lust for him wasn’t nice but he was concentrating on other things. Things like not losing his load right here and now. The need to claim her in some primal way thumped around inside him, burning through his blood.

The effect she had on him.

Getting her top off would take longer so he went straight for the shorts, hooking the elastic of her panties into the deal. Two articles of clothing for the price of one. Eureka! Without hesitation he stripped them both straight down her long, shapely legs, eyeing up her pu**y. Every bit as interested in her sex as she’d been in his. No game of ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ could have measured up. There was a dark strip of hair on her mound and plump, pink lips. So damn nice. Here, too, she was prettier up close than he’d imagined. And he had spent some solid time imagining.

Angus traced her moist slit with the pads of his fingers. Up and down, over and over. Just feeling her. Learning her. Her breathing grew choppy. He eased in a finger, experimenting, sliding it in deep. Pumping first one, and then two, slowly into her. She was warm and wet inside and out, her pu**y making soft sucking noises as he finger-fucked her.

“Angus,” she moaned.

He could listen to her say his name all soft and husky for a good long time.

Her whole body tensed and she whimpered when he searched out the top of her seam, locating her sensitive clit. Rubbing either side. Her folds were flushed the darkest pink and his dick screamed bloody murder but he couldn’t pull himself away from playing with her.

Not just yet.

Dark eyes were on him, huge and hungry.

“I want to lick you.” He didn’t recognise his own voice. “But later, okay?”

“Okay,” she murmured, hips bumping against his hand. Demanding more. The air was laced with the scent of her. It was intoxicating. He twisted his fingers, watching to catch her every reaction. It made him hot, making her squirm. “Angus, enough, come here.”

She smiled and arched her neck, pressed her mouth to his. Kissing him slow and sweet. Opening her mouth to him when he licked at her bottom lip. Making his head spin.

His Natalie.

She pushed lightly against his shoulders. “Let me up so I can put my mouth on you.”

“No, ah, that’s a bad idea.” He eased back, started working her top up and off her. Easy enough, but the bra lacked a front closure. Unacceptable. “Time to change positions.”

Angus rolled them, taking her onto his chest, her dark hair falling over his face. Natalie’s hands gripped his shoulders and she sat up, astride him. What a view. Her br**sts jiggled, snaring his immediate attention, but the sudden press of her hot, wet cunt against his tortured c**k felt insane. Terrible. Perfect. His jaw locked.

They needed to move forward with this sex thing before he disgraced himself. He hadn’t been this worked up in years.

“Why is it a bad idea?” she asked. “You’d like it. I promise.”

“I believe you,” he croaked. “Take off the bra. Please.”

She did so with a pleased smirk, her earlier shakes and tears long since forgotten. Given half a chance he’d have a smile permanently on her face. She threw the black satin aside. Her luscious tits tumbled into his waiting hands. Hard, brown ni**les made his mouth water and his blood surge anew. He shook his head, closing his eyes against a wave of light-headedness. Too much to do. Several lifetimes’ worth and then some.

He rolled her pretty ni**les between his thumb and forefinger, plucked them and played with them, making her breath hitch and her mouth fall open. That was nice, but honestly, he was too caught up in pleasing himself to notice much. Maybe next time. No, definitely next time. He’d be all about pleasing her. She’d never doubt him again. Not in any way, shape or form.


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