Page 80 of The Thought of You

“Is that a dare?” she says, and a twinkle sparkles in her eyes.

“If you want it to be.”

She narrows her eyes, which are no longer lazily blinking open and closed. Without another word, she takes me again and rides me faster, just as I need her to.

I’m going to fucking combust.

Her tits sway sideways as she leans forward and jerks her hips up and down, the walls of her sex clenching around me.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper, and she must like the sound of being my girl, because her cry leaves her sinful mouth in a higher pitch than I’ve ever heard from her.

My words must fuel her, as she rides me like chasing ecstasy is her new profession.

I slide my hands up and down her bouncing thighs, refraining from stealing control from her. She’s too mesmerizing like this. It’d be a crime to take it away from her.

Addie flips her hair back and gives me the perfect view of her face as her thighs hold me hostage, practically squeezing the life from my cock.

Then her orgasm bursts free, unleashing chaos with a mix of her strangled cries and quivering limbs.

I follow suit before my jaw comes unhinged and I break a tooth. I clenched my teeth so hard to tamp down the urge to come, I was on the cusp of real damage to my physical well-being.

Addie glues her cheek to my stuttering chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her here just a little bit longer.

My next breaths don’t come easily. I’m fucking spent.

“Well? Do you still hate me?” I manage.

With her head still on my chest, her words are muffled. “If I say yes, does that mean we can do that again?”

I chuckle, but it’s a weary sound. “I’m nothing if not diligent when it comes to a promise.”

“I’ve noticed,” she whispers.

I’m dizzy with the whirlwind of this evening.

I’d only been at the restaurant because Whitney was desperate to be out in the world and away from her stuffy duplex, which she claimed was trying to eat her alive. According to her, the walls had been closing in on her earlier this afternoon.

I was happy to take her and Huck out, but what started as an innocent dinner turned into so much more after I ran into Addie.

This feels like the beginning of… something.

And while it’s too soon to know what that something is, I’m excited to find out.

chapter

twenty-five

ADDIE

In the bathroom of the inn, I dig a tank top out of the bag I threw together just before I left. Had I planned this trip with more than a minute’s notice, I would’ve made a list of things I’d need and crossed them off as I went.

At the very least, I would’ve neatly folded my clothes, but tearing them off the hangers and tossing them inside this bag was the best I could do with little time to spare.

I also would’ve packed something a little sexier than this old tank top.

Then again, this whole night has been unexpected. No amount of planning in advance could’ve prepared me for what happened with Owen.

Did I really ask him to fuck me like he meant it? And did I actually ride him like my life depended on it?

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