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I tugged on the silky strands of his hair, needing more as he took command of my mouth and my body. He gripped my hips and lifted me onto the island. I grasped his shoulders, suddenly desperate to get rid of the barrier of clothing between us as his muscles rippled under my hands.

I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, undoing a few. He broke our kiss, took a step back, and removed the offensive item for me. Not wasting a second, I whipped my shirt off, getting momentarily caught in a mass of curls as my hair blocked my view of his chiseled, drool-worthy chest.

He stilled my frantic fingers and gently pushed my hair back. My heart pounded against my ribs as he unhooked my bra and slowly slid the straps from my shoulders then down my arms to join the other items of clothing on the floor. I shivered in the chilly air, and he groaned. His hand cupped my breast, and he rolled my nipple between his fingers while I arched into him, needing more.

“You’re beautiful, Hailey.” His deep voice rumbled with conviction.

And at that moment, I felt like it.

He swept me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. His skin on mine made me dizzy with desire. I trailed kisses down his neck and over part of his chest until he gently placed me on his king-sized bed. The curtains were open, and light shone in the room. There was no hiding from his view, and I didn’t want to.

He swiftly unzipped his pants, dropped them to the floor, then joined me on the bed in only his tight black boxer briefs. I feasted on him with sight alone. My mouth watered.

I’d never been with anyone who looked like him—a Greek god, only Italian—and who made my blood sing the way he did. Heat flooded my core. I wanted to lick him everywhere—he was so sexy.

“You’re overdressed.” His voice was rough with desire as he bent to trail kisses along my abdomen, slowly sliding my leggings down. His mouth followed, pressing open-mouth kisses on my exposed skin, and I buried my fingers in his hair.

He nipped the sensitive spot below my hip bone, and I shuddered. The feeling of his lips on my skin was driving me over the edge. I squirmed against him, wanting more. Somehow, my legs were bare. It was magic—I had no idea how that’d happened. My skin heated with his every touch. I gasped when fabric tore, and he whisked my panties off.

When he shifted lower, his hard length brushed against my thigh, and I realized in my lust-hazed state that he’d stripped the remaining clothing from his body. Nothing separated us, and my hands moved restlessly over his shoulders. I needed to touch him and make him lose control as he was with me. Tugging on his hair, I tried to get him to move up so more of him was within reach. He lifted his head, and I gasped at his passion-filled eyes and swollen lips. It struck me deep in my core—he was becoming my world, the air I needed to breathe.

My hypersensitive nerve endings sang as he spread my legs, baring me to his sight. He trailed featherlight caresses up my inner thighs, and I curled my hands in the sheets, desperate for him to touch my throbbing clit.

Sparks sizzled along my skin in the wake of his mouth, his every touch. I’d never experienced anything like the solid and all-consuming connection that built between us.

At the first touch of his mouth, my back arched, and jolts of pleasure flooded my system. I lost track of my surroundings, riding the cresting waves of desire from his skilled mouth and fingers. His teeth nipped gently at my nub while his fingers curled inside me. Our gazes caught, and he flashed me a wicked grin before replacing his fingers with his tongue. I panted, plumping beneath his touch and growing wetter with every caress.

He teased and toyed with me as sensations stacked on top of each other. I couldn’t hold out much longer. Heat built, and I squirmed, what I wanted so close. Explosions rocked my body, and I screamed his name. When the last tremor quieted, my body went limp.

When he shifted off me, my skin raised with goose bumps. I heard a wrapper open. And then his body covered mine again. Desire burned in his warm brown eyes. My hand skimmed down his side, reaching to feel the long length and width of him. He captured my wrist and gave a slight shake of his head, his features tightly restrained.

I felt him against my core, and he stilled, his lust-filled gaze holding mine. “You good with this?” His voice was low and husky.

I wrapped a leg around his waist, inviting him in. “Yes.” I couldn’t manage anything else. I arched against him, my body quivering with need. Then he slowly pushed into me, stretching me to the max. His back was tense beneath my fingers, the corded muscles straining against tight skin. I raised my hips, desperate for him to move.

“You drive me crazy, Hails.”

At the intimacy of my shortened name, my body softened even more. A jolt of awareness filled me—I was in love with him. Every part of it felt right. I was meant to be in his arms, walking beside him, his ride-or-die partner for life. And given the way he looked at me, I was pretty sure he felt the same.

He thrust deeply, hitting that magical spot. All thoughts fled, and I gasped at the sensual onslaught. I didn’t think anymore—I only felt. When he captured my mouth with his, I held him tightly, the sensations building upon one another. My core tightened. I gripped his biceps, my fingernails digging in as stars burst behind my eyelids, and I screamed in his mouth. He dove into me, each thrust fueling my orgasm, and my body convulsed around him until he whispered my name as he followed me over the edge.

In his embrace, I trembled with the realization that I would never be the same. One time with him would never be enough.

On one elbow, holding the majority of his weight from me, he traced my cheek with his other hand. “This changes things, Hails. You’re mine. I can’t let you go.”

I arched a brow and let a slow, knowing smile curve my lips. “Who said I wanted to go anywhere? You’remine.”

His laughter, full of promise and joy, warmed me deep in my soul. When he shifted, I shivered from the loss of heat, but he had to take care of the condom. He took a quick trip to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth that he used to clean me. I whimpered as the warm material brushed against my overly sensitive skin. He tossed it in the direction of the bathroom, and the bed dipped from his weight as he lay beside me then gathered me in his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder and tangled my legs with his. There was no place else I wanted to be.

Trey

Hailey felt right in my bed and in my arms. I might have fooled myself and thought I could let her go before, but what had just happened between us sealed the fact that I never could. She was mine, I was hers, and we both knew it. But there was unfinished business between us, and if we were to make our relationship work, everything needed to be out in the open.

I brushed her wavy hair from her face, loving how the mixture of springy and loose curls attempted to wrap around my fingers every time I touched the silky strands. “We need to talk.” I snuggled her more tightly against me.

Her body tensed. “Okay… what about, specifically?”

“I need to be honest with you about something. When I said you should stay here at least until you found something else, I didn’t mean it.”


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