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“You know I will.”

As he slipped his phone back in his pocket, he tossed over the words left unsaid in his head. Last night when he talked to her, he’d felt the urge to say “I love you” for the first time, and he’d just felt it then again.

Did he love her? He had thought he might when they were in the cabin together, but he was just wrapped up in the magic of it all. But the life they’d been leading for the month after leaving was anything but.

First, he’d made the mistake of neglecting her, which he would not make again. Then he’d had wonderful days with her, and he’d had to leave on a long road trip. While he’d talked to her every day, he wasn’t sure how he’d made it without her before. He was hoping he would never have to find out.

Later that night, he stood outside Alice’s door. They had returned home from an undefeated road trip. Like hell, he wished they weren’t leaving again in a few days, hoping to soak up every moment with her.

He knocked and held his breath, waiting for her to appear. Then there she was. Her blonde hair fell messy around her face and glowed like a halo around her with the light shining down on her from upstairs. Her short sleep shorts and her oversized hoodie had the same effect on him as it would have been if she was in sexy lingerie. Everything this woman said and did was like catnip for him. He craved her.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly, pulling out of his lust-filled gaze just enough for him to cross over the doorway. In onemovement, he dropped the bag, kicked the door shut behind him, and enveloped her in his arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she rasped out, his mouth trailing kisses down her neck.

He bent his knees, gripped her thighs, and picked her up.

“Taylor,” she said in a surprised gasp.

He quickly moved into her living room, then sat on the couch, bringing her down on top of him.

“Fuck, Alice, I need you right now,” he growled out as he pulled up the hem of her sweatshirt.

“I need you, too,” she gasped out, pulling the sweatshirt off.

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Alice

From the moment Alice saw him standing on her porch to this moment, with her topless and grinding on his lap, Alice wasn’t sure if she was sleeping or awake. She’d spent most of her time wondering the same thing.

When they’d gotten back from the cabin, he’d let her doubt his feelings, but over this road trip she didn’t doubt them at all. She’d gotten the morning text and random texts throughout the day and always a good night phone call. Some were conversations where they learned more about each other, others quick moments just to express they’d missed each other. But all of it made her feel important, like he wanted her.

The feeling of being wanted was filled her as he devoured her on the couch. His mouth had only left her body to take off her hoody since he’d picked her up, which is something she would need to fully digest later. Her brain couldn’t focus on anything besides his mouth on her nipple, his hand gripping her ass andhis hard cock grinding into her heat. She needed to lose these sleep shorts and feel him buried deep inside of her.

Yes, she needed that, and he seemed to sense it. But he was still fully dressed, and she pulled at his shirt. Before she knew it, they were naked, all over each other, on her couch.

“Alice,” he grunted, “I promise I’ll take my time with you later, but right now, I just want to be inside of you.”

“Yes,” she panted.

He reached down for his discarded pants on the floor and pulled a condom out of his wallet. She took it from him, ripped it open, and rolled it down his length.

“Do you want to be on top?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Yes.”

Then she was back on top of him, and he positioned his cock at her entrance. She slid down, taking him in fully. They gasped as their foreheads fell together. He squeezed his eyes shut, and he gripped her hips almost painfully, guiding her up and down.

“Fuck, Alice, you’re doing so good, baby,” he said, bucking his hips. “You’re going to make me come too fast. You’re perfect.”

Those words did nothing but spur her on. This was her first time on top, and while it did take her a minute to find her rhythm, Taylor seemed to like it. Maybe she should focus on her own release but the idea that he wanted her so much he could barely control himself was enough to make her not care about it. She was lost in the power of driving this incredible man crazy.

But then his fingers found her clit and moved in small incessant circles.

“Fuck,” she hissed as she continued to work him with her hips.

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