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Then his mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding.

I wasn’t embarrassed anymore.

Chapter 25

Elijah

“I’vemissedyou,”Imurmured against Hazel’s lips.

She groaned, pawing at the Velcro strip over my coat’s zipper. “I missed you. God, Elijah, it was terrible.”

The image of her lying awake in her bed, crying and clinging to her pillow the way I had, tore fresh cuts into my heart. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”

There were too many layers between us. I needed to feel every inch of her. I needed to bare myself to her in every way.

I needed to soothe all the places I’d harmed.

“I’m sorry, too.” Her kisses on my neck were frantic, seeking the few inches of my skin she could reach. Each one imprinted, lingering on my skin and fitting my wounds back together.

I pulled the tab of her zipper down before tearing the Velcro of my coat open, unzipping mine as well. We both struggled to slip out of the garments, laughing and kissing. Her sleeves were inside-out by the time she freed her arms from them. My arm was still trapped in one of my sleeves when she rushed back to my embrace. Undressing would be easier if I could stop kissing her. But every time her mouth left mine, I felt like I was missing something vital to my survival. Her lips were my oxygen.

And I’d been suffocating for weeks.

My fingers sank into the flesh of her ass cheek and my throbbing cock twitched. Two layers of jeans between us was too goddamn much. I pulled open the closure of my pants with one hand, pushing them and my boxer briefs down.

She wrapped her grip around my hard shaft and stroked once.

My head fell back, my groan nearly a growl.

My hips jerked, fucking into her hand.

She whimpered and shifted, rubbing her thighs together.

I pushed her chin up with my thumb under her jaw. “I love when you do that. Move your hips like you’re too horny, and I just know you’re so fucking wet.”

“I am,” she whined.

With my free hand, I unbuttoned her jeans before slipping it inside. My fingers slid down her slit. She was so hot, drenched.

This time I did growl. At some point, I’d pressed her back against her foyer wall. I was sucking and biting too hard on the delicate skin of shoulder, but I couldn’t stop.

She sucked on two of my fingers as I finger-fucked her with the other hand. All our hands worked in the same rhythm, her strokes matching mine.

“Your lips are so pretty around my fingers,” I ground out.

Spit glistened on my fingers when she released them. She opened her big, brown, lust-soaked eyes. Their heat was enough to incinerate my impulses and leave me at her mercy.

With the lightest push, I stumbled backward a step. She went to her knees. I had barely gained my balance when she swiped the flat of her tongue up my shaft, and I drew in a sharp breath.

She sheathed my head in her mouth and then kept going—taking me deeper, inch after inch. I pulled my hair with both hands, the pain contrasting with the pleasure of her sucking up and down my shaft. It was the only way I could keep from grabbing the back of her head and taking the control from her.

I tilted my head, memorizing the image of her. My jaw hung slack, breathing fast to accommodate the demanding pace of my heart. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes every time she pushed me to the back of her throat.

It was torture to pull myself out of her mouth—her lips swollen and pouting. But I knew a few more minutes of being between them and I’d come down her throat. And that wasn’t what I wanted, not what I needed.

“You’ve proved your point,” I gasped. ”Your mouth looks pretty around”—I coughed a laugh—“many things.”

My balls tightened at her giggle. She pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her tits pressed against her black satin bra. She pulled the straps down, then unclasped it, letting her full tits fall free with a bounce.

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