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His tongue brushes against mine, and I allow the movement, letting him have a taste. Ignoring the sound of everyone’s gasps, I take what he has to give. Making it mine, even for this short moment.

His hand firmly holds my head as he kisses me with intensity and passion, enveloping the both of us in a wave that sends a surge of arousal through my core.

I’ve spent countless moments wondering what his lips felt like… what he tasted like. Never had I expected to feel like I’m floating. Tiny butterflies flap around in the bottom of my stomach and chest, blooming throughout my entire being.

All my emotions, everything I had locked up, have come bursting out unwillingly. As each butterfly flies away, a tiny piece of my heart goes with it. I feel exposed and a little vulnerable but somehow lighter and free.

He finally breaks the kiss and stares at me deeply. My chest rises and falls fast. I do everything I can to regulate whatever I’m feeling.

A small tear slips down my cheek from the overwhelming pain and emotions I’m enduring. Alec’s thumb brushes it away, and I lean into his touch again.

“Anywhere but here…” I whisper so only he can hear, and he smiles, pressing a kiss on the top of my head and wrapping his arms around my body.

Chapter Thirty-one

Alec

Summer’s kiss brightens me in ways I never knew imaginable. The sweet taste of her is consuming, at the very least, and I can’t get enough of it.

She’s the light I never knew I needed, and I’m fucking addicted.

The car ride back from the field was relatively quiet, and I could tell she was nervous. I am, too. More so, I’m unsure what the outcome of this conversation will be, and maybe that grips my insides in ways I didn’t think it could.

We make it up the stairs, stopping in front of my apartment door. I fish into my jacket pocket for my key.

From my peripheral vision, I see Summer looking at me. Her eyes are full of uncertainty, and I can’t blame her for feeling the way she does.

After unlocking the door, I turn toward her before opening it. “What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer me; her bright green doe eyes stare at me with insecurity as she sweeps a strand of hair behind her ear. My eyes follow the movement of her tongue as it wets her bottom lip, slipping it between her teeth.

I close the small distance between us, running my thumb down her heated cheek. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

Blinking, she softly traces her fingertips along the contours of my chest. The warmth of her touch sends shivers down my spine. Our eyes lock once more, a silent invitation passing between us. With a firm grip on the opening edge of my leather jacket, she pulls me closer, crashing her mouth to mine. The taste of anticipation lingers, intensified by the soft, intimate dance of our tongues.

My hands come up, tangling between the short strands of her blond hair. Gripping close to the root, I guide her movements, deepening the kiss. We touch and grope each other for a while, both panting and moaning. My cock pulses against the zipper of my jeans.

I hadn’t expected this.

Pushing the door open, I rush inside, dragging her along with me without fully breaking the kiss. The quick motion causes her to squeak, and It’s the cutest sound.

The thought of what she sounds like screaming my name makes my cock jerk.

A loud thud mixes with our heavy breathing as I kick the door shut and press her back against it. Our mouths are still connected, both hungry for each other. It takes everything in me to break the kiss, breathing heavily.

She looks at me, her eyes glossed with arousal and need.

Desperation.

And baby, I’m just as desperate.

“Are you OK with this?” It’s the least I could ask given everything that has happened the past couple of weeks.

Feathering my fingers up and down her side, I mentally trace the details of her curves beneath the thin material of her blouse and wait for her to answer.

Her eyelashes flutter, and she nods.

“I need your words, pretty girl.”

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