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My dick is already hard, but her words send another wave of blood south. “Let’s get out of here, then.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Sutton—

Kyle and I make out at every stoplight between the restaurant and his house. When we pull into the driveway, he tugs my hand, and we dash up the porch steps. Once we’re through the doorway, he spins me around and kisses me, pushing me against the wall. He goes at me like a starving man.

Before I know what he’s about to do, he puts a shoulder to my belly and hefts me up. I shriek. “Kyle, what are you doing? Put me down.”

Ignoring me, he carries me through the house and drops me to my back on his big bed. I bounce once, and his deliciously hard body comes down on me.

Leaning over, his thumb strokes my cheeks gently, and his gaze locks with mine.

“Seems I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“And now you have me.”

“Those months you were gone… God, how I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Kyle. So much.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, how often I’d come home after spending all day working beside you only to lie in this bed and think about what it would be like to make love to you.”

“Tell me.”

“I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands over your soft skin, to thread my fingers in your glossy curls, and to sink my dick into your sweet, wet pussy, feeling it tighten around me.”

“I dreamed of you, too. I ached to have you touch me, to have your body pressed to mine like this. I thought I’d never know.”

“I’m here now, baby.”

His mouth descends over mine, kissing me ravenously, demandingly. It makes my head spin.

His beard brushes against my skin, and I moan, wanting it to brush over every inch of my body—my throat, my breasts, my belly, my thighs. Anticipation grabs hold of me, and my hands slide into his hair, pulling him closer and urging him on. His body responds, his muscles tightening and his hips arching.

He drags his mouth to my ear.

“I never should have let you go. I should have stopped you. I should have told Rafe I wanted you. We’ve wasted so much time. But I’m gonna make up for it. I’m gonna make it all up to you, Sutton. I swear.”

My legs lock around him. “I love you.”

His beautiful mouth descends to mine again. This time his kiss is more urgent, filled with all the pent-up desire we both feel. Desperate, needy, ravenous.

He tugs my shirt over my head with a whoosh, then yanks me to the edge of the bed. His hot gaze drifts over my neck, my collarbone, to the rounded cleavage pushing from my bra.

His chin lifts. “Take it off.”

I reach behind me, unhook it, and toss it aside.

His hungry eyes take me in, moving over every inch of me. It’s the first time he’s seen me, and it’s erotic as hell.

He drops to his knees, dips his head, and his mouth latches onto one nipple, his strong arms banding around my ribs.

My head falls back, and I thrust my chest up for his greedy lips, letting my hands glide gently over his biceps and shoulders to his neck.

I hold him against me, loving the feel of his mouth on my nipples—licking, sucking, teasing, tormenting until I’m desperate for more.

“Kyle…” I moan.

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