Page 124 of Always You

“Me neither.”

“I want you.”

Cupping his face with my hands, I push his face back, looking into his eyes.

“Then take me.”

The corner of his mouth moves up in a cocky grin that makes me swoon every single time before he slides out of the booth, his arm circling my waist as he drags me behind him.

“Wait,” I call out, my hands propped on his chest, a shocking realization popping into my head. “You have a girlfriend.” My eyes widen in horror, thinking about how he’s about to cheat with me while his girl is waiting for him in California.

“Charls,” he says, his stance calm and composed, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, holding out his hand. “We broke up two weeks ago.”

“You did?” I blurt, incredulously.

He lowers his head, grabbing my chin to look me in the eye.

“I don’t lie to you. Ever. You know that.”

I blink in response, thinking back to all the moments he could’ve made life easier by lying but didn’t, knowing deep down inside, he’s a lot of things, but a liar has never been one of them. My mind is telling me this is a terrible choice, that I should call it a night, and wish him well until we meet again. But you know what the thing about the mind is? It’s never as loud as the heart, screaming in your ear with a damn megaphone.

I glance at his hand, then look up at him, our gazes locking as the tension rises more and more between us.

“Are you coming?”

Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I place my hand in his as he lifts me off my feet.

Of course I fucking am.

“Sssh, Hunt! I don’t want a run-in with the Wicked Witch of the East!” I hiss, laughing, when he tries to undo my shirt as we burst through the door.

“It’s past midnight; she’s sleeping. Or passed out from the booze. Either option works, really,” he jokes. I try to run up the stairs, getting out of his grasp and into the safety of his room. But his hand reaches out, slamming me back against his chest as he fists my hair. I keep telling myself this is a bad idea, that if we want to relive the past,thissure as fuck isn’t the part we should focus on. But every moment his hands land on my body, those thoughts get extinguished as easily as blowing out a match.

“I’m not sure I can make it all the way up, babe.” He leans in, leaving a trail of kisses along my neck that lower my lashes.

“If you would just stop touching me for five seconds, we could.”

“Hmm, can’t. You taste too good.”

I roughly push him off, letting out an excited screech when I look into his indignant face, before I run up the stairs while he chases me. When I burst through his bedroom door, I stop in the doorway, glancing around the room in a bit of shock. Nothing has changed in the last three years since he left.

“It’s like you never left,” I whisper. It’s eerie, but at the same time comforting, knowing that some things haven’t changed.

Rough hands push me forward, and the door slams behind me, before his chiseled arms circle my waist from behind. With one hand, he moves my hair from my neck, a hot breath tracing the valley of my skin.

“When I look at you, I wish I didn’t,” he says, groggy, every word drilling into my core. Not getting any time to process what he’s saying, he spins me, his lips covering mine, and I bring my legs up, wrapping them around his waist as he carries me to the bed.

We both land on the bed with a thud, never breaking contact, as if I’m drowning and he’s the oxygen I’ve been lacking. My hands reach for the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head. Licking my lips, I hold back, enjoying the sight of his bare chest while the tips of my fingers stroke his hard six-pack. An extra set of tattoos is carved into his skin, and I gasp, tracing the lines.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, not understanding how much his body had changed until this very moment.

“That’s the plan.”

When he pulls my hands above my head, I arch my back, wanting to feel him between my legs. He roughly pulls my shirt over my head, then pushes my jeans down until I’m lying in nothing but my lingerie, feeling completely exposed but not giving a fuck right now. Thank God I put on a matching set this morning.

He’s looking at me like he will tear me apart, and I want nothing more. I arch my back to unclasp my bra before throwing it across the room.

“Still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He drags a finger from my ankle all the way up to my thighs, and I let out a moan, biting my lip as the sensation makes my body shiver. My thong is growing wetter by the second, and I swallow hard when he finally moves his finger up and down the damp fabric.

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