Page 162 of Between the Lines

He growls. I giggle, falling onto my back as he falls on top of me, heat in his eyes despite the bags that are there too. He kisses me tenderly, then pulls back to brush the hair off my forehead.

“I love you. I know I’ve already said it a dozen times tonight, but I don’t want you to go a second without knowing how much my heart beats for you, Claire.”

I fan my fingers down his cheek, pressing my lips and my ownI love yousto his mouth as I let him tug the sheets back over us, and prove it to me as the sun comes up.

epilogue

nathan

“We’ll be right back!”Claire shouts over her shoulder. “Just going to get a refill on these chips.”

“You are such a liar,” I say, nuzzling the back of her neck as I all but pick her up from behind and press her through the door of the walk-in pantry.

We’re having an epic bash at my parents’ mansion. It’s a “going away” party for the house, an end of the summer party for our friends who are also teachers, as well as a celebration for Aaron and Lucy, who recently got engaged.

But right now, my tipsy girlfriend is showing me just how much wine goes straight to her clit.

I close the door behind us and deposit her on the counter. Her legs spread instantly, and I have never been more grateful for sundresses than I am right now.

“God, you’re soaked,” I say the moment I press my hand to her drenched panties.

“You just played Twister. In your joggers. I can’t help it.”

She tilts her hips against my hand and I hook my fingers against the band of her thong before pressing two fingers deep inside her.

“So naughty, Claire. You want me inside you with our friendsright outside the door, don’t you?” I whisper against her lips. “This pussy is so needy for my cock, isn’t it?”

“Yes, baby, I need you.”

She fucks my hand as good as I’m giving it to her, and I already feel her pussy fluttering on my fingers. I move my tongue past her lips in the same rhythm as my fingers, swallowing her little moans as her walls begin to tighten.

“Can’t give you my cock if you can’t be quiet, Claire.”

“I can be quiet,” she whines, tugging at my wrist and rubbing her soaked center up and down my cock that she now has free from the zipper of my pants. “YouknowI can be quiet.”

“I sure do, baby. I just get greedy for your sounds.”

“I’ll give them to you later. I’ll paint the new house in them, I just need you inside meright now.”

I don’t hesitate. She pulls her knees up to shoulder height, feet flat on the countertop as I sink inside her. It’s a deep, tight fit, and I know neither of us are going to last very long. After a few quick thrusts, she buries her fingers against her clit and her mouth against my neck.

“That’s it, Claire, be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

She does, breathing her sighs as her wet drips down my aching shaft. I come inside her moments later, holding myself there until our breathing has evened out. When she lifts her head from the crook of my neck, she looks dazed and drunk on me. Her smile is lazy and sated. I wipe my thumb over her lips as her feet drop down to dangle off the counter.

“I can’t believe we never fucked in here before,” she says. “And now, we won’t get the chance to ever again.”

She sighs, blowing an exasperated breath, her eyes widening in feigned disappointment.

She helped Anthony design the exact shelf she wanted in the new library, and we test ran it last weekend when we had our first unofficial sleepoverin the new house.

“Are you sure you’re ready to move in right away?” I ask, smoothing the disarrayed hair near her ears. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

She nods, smiling at me with reassurance in her eyes.

“One-hundred-percent. Besides, who would give Bilbo all of his mid-morning cuddles if I wasn’t there?”

We adopted a golden retriever puppy a month after reuniting. In the middle of Claire’s schooling and internship, and my school year ending, we decided we could both use a little extra chaos in our lives. Then again, she will be home more than I will.

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