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“You heard me. You need me. I’m there.”

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CODY

The secondshe opened the door for me, I had her up and in my arms, her feet clear of the floor. I walked forward, kicking the door shut with my boot.

“Sugar.” I breathed in her scent. It soothed my wolf and me. “Fuck, I missed you.” I had, even though it had only been since dinner. I’d missed it because of her father’s fuck-all and now I wanted to eather.

She tucked her face beneath my chin, and her breath feathered against my skin through my shirt.

“You talked with him?” I asked.

“Yelled,” she corrected. “We yelled.”

I didn’t like that, that she and her dad were at odds.

“Want to tell me about it?”

She sighed. “Pretty much, I want you. That’s all that matters.”

My dick pressed painfully against my jeans at her words. “Say it again.”

Tilting her head back, her eyes met mine. Held. “I want you, Cody McIntire.”

Fuck me, I’d been waiting for her to say exactly that!

I didn’t ease up on my hold on her as I spied the couch and went to it and settled with her on my lap. She straddled my thighs and her dark hair fell like a curtain around her face. I wanted to touch her and hold her while we talked–instead of wrapping those silky strands around my fingers and giving a little tug–so my hands settled on her hips.

My dick wanted to skip this part and jump right to the fucking because that wasdefinitelywhat was happening tonight, but one thing I knew about this relationship? It was fucking complicated.

But this? The connection between us? Simple.

This time, when she was in my arms, she didn’t say “fuck me” or any other term that indicated sex. She said she wantedme.

Her dad may have shaken our relationship a bit, but maybe it also made it stronger.

I was it for her. This was what she was saying.

Fucking finally.

She scooted back on my thighs, so she could–fuck!–open my belt and get to my dick.

I lifted my hips, and she pushed the denim and boxers beneath down my hips enough so I sprang free.

Then she slithered down to her knees between mine on the carpet. My little virgin temptress.

My hand stroked over her head, through her hair, and gripped. Her gaze lifted to mine, went blurry from the slight tug.

Fuck me.Seeing her on her knees before me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

Almost.

“You wanna suck my dick, sugar?”

She nodded although my hold didn’t give her much play.

“Naked,” I said. “You do it bare.”

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