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She sucks in a breath, fumbling with the packaging. When shebreaks one free, I slide off my briefs and embrace her from behind, the contact of our naked bodies so fucking incredible that I groan. I slide my fingers to her pussy and she arches her hips, bringing her soft, round ass into tighter contact with my cock.

Thankfully, she rolls away—any more of that and things would get messy—and peels open the condom. I help her roll it on, focusing my attention on the task and not how incredible her fingers feel on my cock, and then climb between her thighs.

I stroke her gorgeous face and kiss her gently to calm the raging inferno inside me. As much as I want to thrust deep and hard and consume her like a drug, taking the very best care of her is the most important thing to me right now.

Urging her thighs apart, I rub her up and down. She arches her hips, and I glide to where she needs me. I kiss her again, my lips buzzing and my breaths full and hard, then slowly press inside.

Her face tenses and she gives a little groan. I go slow, arching my hips.

Fuck, she feels good.

She releases a shaky breath, and her eyes flash with heat as her body slowly, beautifully welcomes me. With another roll of her hips, she takes me all the way inside.

Time seems to slow as we move together. I kiss her and she kisses me back, her fingertips grazing my spine and her back arching to get us closer. I nip at her earlobe, and she whimpers. We move faster, our breaths quickening and the bed gently rocking. Her body tightens around me, and her fingers dig into my hips, urging me on.

She comes in a series of soft cries that ring through me like a song. Her joy lights up every corner of my heart, and as my own climax tightens inside me, the emotions I’ve kept at bay begin to unravel.

We’re here together, sharing something so intimate, powerful. But it’s so much more than that. I don’t question how it’s happened, and in this moment, I stop fighting it.

I just feel. Pleasure and agony. Freedom and wildness. Delight and gratitude and recklessness and something raw that I can’t explain. It’s been building inside my heart day by day, moment by moment,crowding into all the dark and forgotten places, making it glow hot and bright.

I shut my eyes to embrace it all as I come undone. Because there are words for this feeling.

I just don’t know how to say them.

Yet.

Chapter Twenty-One

SOFIE

Blasting music jolts me awake.Disoriented, I grab for my phone to turn off my alarm, only there’s someone in the way. Zach rolls toward me with a sleepy smile. His dark hair is wild from sleep, or maybe from how I tore at it in those frantic moments we shared.

“Someone’s awake,” he says.

Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the USA” is playing at top volume from the kitchen.

“Linnea,” I groan, and pull a pillow over my head.

“Think we woke her up last night?”

I cringe. “These walls aren’t exactly soundproof.”

Zach chuckles, his rough hands gently caressing my tummy.

Memories of last night flood my mind. It takes only a second for my pulse to start thumping through my body and the cravings to spiral out of control.

I’ve never been touched like that. And I’ve certainly never come like that. Holy freaking hell.

And now I’m just supposed to go on with my day?

I hug the pillow to my chest. “I should go out there. She’s getting a ride to Pony Club soon. I want to at least say goodbye.”

“Need backup?” Zach asks, a serious look on his face.

Do I have the courage to ask for what I really want? “I’ll be right back.”

I wrap up in my flannel robe and slip into the hallway. The music is still blasting, and when I enter the kitchen, Linnie gives me a smirk.

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