Page 64 of Until You

“FYI, everything about that sentence is wrong.” She pulled free and headed back to his bedroom.

Had she decided to stay? He followed her, and saw her picking up her purse.

She was still leaving. The thought of her walking out the door left a vacuum in his chest he didn’t understand. He only knew that some deep part of him needed her to stay.

She tossed her purse on the bed and searched the contents, sighing in relief when she jiggled her keys. “That would have been a disaster, getting locked out of my apartment at three a.m.”

“I would never let that happen,” he murmured as he pulled her against him again. “And I would never let you take an Uber. Especially this late.” Her stomach grumbled, and then he had a new plan. “Why, Lanie Rogers. Is the way to your heart through your stomach?”

A sultry look filled her eyes. “I guess it depends on what you’re feeding me.”

A wave of lust washed over him as he remembered watching her take him into his mouth. He fought to keep his breathing normal. “We’re both awake, so let me feed you some food before I take you home. And yes, I’ll take you home. No goddamned Uber.”

She hesitated for the longest three seconds of his life. “Okay.”

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This was an epic mistake, and she knew it deep in her gut, yet she found herself powerless to refuse him. Because leaving was the last thing she wanted to do. Which meant she really needed to go.

But the desire in his eyes as he watched her was magnetic, and the way he possessed her body was addictive. She could see that already. This wasn’t smart. She needed to end this now, but she couldn’t. She’d never had this intense, overpowering need for a man before, and it scared her that she’d never find it again. All the more reason to end it before she got too used to it.

All the more reason to keep it as long as you can, another part of her countered.

This was going to hurt like hell when she left.

She was surprised at the thought. She’d never had a problem walking away from a man before. Usually, she couldn’t leave them quick enough. Maybe she’d be tired of him before the wedding.

But when she thought of his body over hers, filling her so completely…

She shivered as electricity ran over her skin.

“You’re cold.” He walked over to his closet and returned with a pale blue dress shirt, holding it open for her to put on.

She couldn’t hide her amusement as she slipped her arms into the armholes. “Most guys would offer a girl their T-shirt.” She started to button it, but he brushed her hands away and rested his own on her hips.

“Then most guys are idiots.” He stared down at her body, and she flushed from his appraisal. “You’re gorgeous, and I couldn’t see the view if you wore a T-shirt.” His hands gently swept up her sides, then over her stomach before returning to her hips. “And I most definitely want to see the view. I barely had seconds to see you in your bra and panties last night. Don’t deprive me of it now.”

He looked at her with unadulterated desire, and she felt her knees weaken. How could she already want him so much?

“Now, let me feed you.”

She expected him to throw her on his bed and take her again. The large, twitching bulge in his briefs proved he was ready. But he stepped back and grabbed a shirt out of his dresser drawer, then tugged it over his head.

She nearly complained that it wasn’t fair that she was on display for him while he was hidden from her. But when she saw the way the soft gray fabric clung to the hard muscles of his upper arms and chest, she changed her mind.

A shiver ran down her back, and a now familiar heat pooled between her legs. Good Lord, how many times had they had sex last night? Four times? But she’d orgasmed many more. Tyler Norris was definitely a generous man. It was no wonder her stomach was grumbling. She’d burned countless calories in his bed.

He gave her a gentle kiss, then headed down the hall. “What are you hungry for?” he asked.

“Don’t make anything,” she said, padding into his living room. “Just get some crackers or something.”

His condo had an open-concept floor plan. It looked like a loft, with its tall ceilings, but had a much more finished appearance. Dark granite counters topped dark wood cabinets along one wall of his kitchen, but his living room called to her. A deep leather sofa faced his stone fireplace, with a large TV over the mantel. It was surrounded by dark wood bookcases filled with books. She fingered the spine of a paperback murder mystery. “So you weren’t kidding when you said you’d been known to read a book or two.”

He grinned as he opened the fridge. “Nope.” He set a carton of eggs on the counter.

“Tyler, I’m serious. Crackers or something easy would be fine.”

“I don’t have any crackers and I’m hungry too. That pizza was hours ago.”

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