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It takes a few seconds for my words to sink in. His jaw slacks open. Even in the dark, I can see the flush of his face, thepuffiness of his swollen lips. He carefully places my feet back on the ground. His voice is soaked in agony, coated in pure suffering. He rakes his hands through his hair. “Fuck. I’m so sorry, Lulu. I shouldn’t have done that. You’ve been through too much tonight. I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“Do you have sex with women here?”

He shakes his head in confusion. “What?”

“You’ve slept with a lot of women. Did you have sex with them here? In your bedroom?”

He looks like I just slapped him across the face. That wasn’t my intention. I just worded my question poorly. But in my defense, I’m not thinking properly, all of my blood flow has been diverted to my crotch.

“Of course not. This isyourhouse. I built this for you, for the memory of us. I would never defile it. I would never bring another woman here.”

Skirting past him, I race back to the truck. Sure, I haven’t looked in the glove box of his grandfather’s truck lately, but if it’s like his other truck, it’s stocked with condoms. Sure enough, a pile of loose condoms is scattered throughout the glove box. I grab a handful of the foil packets and slam the door. “Then we’ll need these. You won’t have condoms in your bedroom.”

His laugh catches me off guard. It’s pure and light and sexy as hell. He holds out his arms and I eagerly jump into them. He quickly punches a code into the keypad by the front door, unlocking it, and races up the stairs two at a time. I take the opportunity to kiss his neck. I take no prisoners, branding him and marking him with hickeys. He bursts through the bedroom door like a tornado.

I shimmy down his body and toss the condoms on the nightstand. I’m simultaneously kicking off my shoes and pulling my tank top over my head. Clothes fly left and right, and Ry’s so distracted when I remove my bra, he trips over the bedroomrug and has to lean against the dresser to stop himself from face planting on the floor. By this point, we’re both standing in just our underwear.

There’s a small lamp on in the corner of the room, and I’m so glad that there’s some light in here. I’m so glad that I’m able to see him. I flick my head in his direction. “You first.”

He’s breathing so fast, the muscles of his six-pack undulate like an alien is trying to rip through his body. Grabbing the band of his boxer briefs, he shoves his underwear to the ground, freeing his massive erection. His body is epic perfection. Better than my memories, better than my dreams, better than my fantasies. It’s like the sexy man of my youth was just a tiny precursor for what he would become. The velvet hardness of his cock makes my mouth water. It’s thick and engorged, tinted with the most wonderful reddish-purple hue from the blood coursing within.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m a fidgety mess. I should be worried about my love handles, about my stretch marks, about my thighs. But I’m not. My only worry is satisfying this need that is scorching me from the inside out. My palm covers my mound, pressing firmly against the fabric of my panties. I need pressure. It’s the only way I can function.

He grabs himself, pumping over the length of his shaft. “What are you doing, Lulu?”

I lift my head, staring deeply into his pale green eyes. “I’m throbbing. I need the pressure. I can’t make it even one more minute.”

“Take off your panties.”

I smirk. “Make me.”

In one split second, he crosses the room and tosses me backward on the bed. I laugh and squirm, choking on my giggle when his fingers drag the soaking wet fabric down my legs. He studies the white cream covering the gusset. He closes hiseyes and inhales deeply. Before tossing them away, his tongue reaches out and licks the moisture from the cotton.

Holy hell. It was hot then. And it’s just as hot now. “I remember the first time you did that.”

“Well, do you remember the first time I did this?” He immediately pushes two fingers inside of me, instantly finding the sweet spots he spent hours mapping in the years of our youth. I scream. Loudly. His fingers pull out and when they gently graze my clit, I nearly come unglued.

I can’t take it. I slap his hand away. Hard.

“Ow.”

I didn’t hurt him. I just shocked him. “Enough of that. We can do that later. I need you. Now.” I lean up on my elbows, trying to enforce my threat. “Now!”

Fumbling for a condom, he knocks two of them to the ground. Tearing the foil, he rolls the latex over his dick. He barely has it in position when I’m pulling him on top of me.

“Impatient little minx, aren’t we?”

I can’t joke. I can’t laugh. It’s real now. It’s completely real. I can’t make light of this situation. I can do nothing but pant his name. “Ry.”

He gently wipes the hair from my sweaty brow, studying me with pure adoration. “I’m here, Lulu. I’m here.”

And with that, he slides into me so deeply, I don’t know how we’ll ever be separated.

Chapter 36

CRUTCH

She moans.

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