Page 84 of Always You

“Morning.” The fluttering in my stomach is almost unbearable. He tugs me closer against his chest as he leaves a trail of kisses moving from my shoulder to my neck.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do this?”

“Stop flirting with me.” I chuckle out of habit.

“I’m not. I mean it. I’ve been wanting to taste you since the first time I saw you.”

I spin in his arms to face him, our noses touching as I press a kiss on his soft lips.

I would be a liar if I didn’t admit I felt the same.

We’d been doing our best to stay best friends for so long, denying the depth of our feelings, when really, we’d both been longing for more.

More touches.

More kisses.

Holy hell, definitely more kisses.

“I could get used to this,” he says, while I look into his mesmerizing eyes.

“Me too.”

My hand reaches up to run across the stubble on his chin, before I lean in once more, craving another kiss, as if I’m trying to make up for the time lost.

“What do we do now?” I whisper.

“What we always do.” He shrugs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, making it sound so simple. “Just with lots of sex.”

I let out a laugh, rolling my eyes at his comment. “I’m serious, Hunt.”

An ominous feeling is waiting to take over, as if a thundercloud will destroy my perfect summer day. I want to find a gust of positivity, convincing myself it’s just my fear talking, but I can’t completely shake it either.

“So am I, babe. It’s still us. You’re still my best friend. Nothing has to change. Other than the fact that now I’m going to kiss you whenever the fuck I want.”

“Well,somethinghas to change.” I furrow my brows, teasing.

“Yeah? What’s that?” He places a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth while his hand migrates down to my legs, getting awfully close to the area I want him to be.

“No more bimbos.”

He throws his head back in laughter.

“Why would I want another girl if I got you, Charls?” His hand strokes my cheek. “I haven’t been with anyone else in six months.”

“Really?” I guess Julie was right. I can’t deny my heart jumps like a jackhammer with excitement.

“It wasn’t as important as spending time with you.” My throat swells up. “No more bimbos, Charls.”

“You swear?” Emotion is swirling in my eyes, but I put in my best effort to hold it back from falling over my lashes.

“I swear.” He leans in, licking the seam of my lips, demanding me to open up, and I let out a deep groan in agony. He was gentle and soft with me when we got home, doing our best to keep quiet for my mama, even though I knew she was knocked out from her latest treatment, but I’m not sure if she’s still sleeping, and I don’t want to get caught with Hunter between my legs.

Though I’m ready to arch my back, asking him for more when his hands brush the inside of my thighs.

“Not here.” I huff, frustrating myself.

“You wanna get breakfast, or wannabebreakfast?” That same boyish grin appears on his face that awakens my already addicted pussy, and I playfully slap his chest.

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