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I smile bashfully, not because I’m not confident in my own skin, but because ten minutes ago there was so much raw vulnerability between us and…

“You don’t hate me?”

His eyes meet mine, his brows furrowed. “Hate you? Why on earth would I hate you?”

“I lied to you, Bodhi.” I try to fold my arms over my exposed chest, but he doesn’t let me. He takes my hands and pulls them away from my body so I can’t hide.

“You didn’t lie to me,” he answers, trailing the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “It’s not like I stood in front of you and asked if you knew who I was.”

“I know, but?—"

“Shhh.” He places a finger against my lips. “No buts.” I keep his gaze as he pushes his gym shorts and boxer briefs down his legs and steps out of them.

Holy hell his naked body is…everything.

“No buts, Corri. For right now, it’s just you and me.”

“You want another lesson?” I ask meekly.

He shakes his head, letting his hand fall from my neck to my collarbone, to my chest and across to palm my breast. His thumb glides across my nipple, his touch causing it to harden and peak. “I want to figure this all out on my own. I want to explore you. Explore us. I want to find out for myself what makes you writhe beneath me. What makes you feverish. What heats you.” He stares into my eyes like he’s looking down deep into my soul. “What makes Corrigan Hicks so fucking wet I could literally drink her.”

Well, those words for one.

“And then when I’m good and ready,” he says as his lips graze the skin just behind my ear. “And when you’re good and ready, I want to plunge inside you, feeling your body take my cock for the first time.” His hands smooth down my hips to my ass and then he lifts one of my legs, hitching it around his waist so that I feel his stiff cock at my entrance.

I gasp at the surprising contact, my mouth falling open and my head falling back. He takes the opportunity to drag his tongue up the side of my neck sending chills over my body and goosebumps over my skin.

“I want to feel your warm wet pussy grip me as I thrust inside you. And I want to be staring into your mesmerizingly beautiful eyes when I make you come.”

“Bodhi…” I sigh.

“Say yes, Corrigan,” he pleads as he places his other hand under my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, as I always do, his hardened cock teasing me. He begins to take slow steps through the living room. Where he’s heading I have no idea, having never been here before, but I can only assume we’re going to his bedroom. “You’re in my apartment, stunningly naked and in my arms and I’m dying to be with you so please say yes so I don’t have to turn around and return you to your wet clothes.”

I run my hand through his wet locks, loving the gentle confidence he seems to have right now. “I want those things too, Bodhi.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

BODHI

Fuck, am I dreaming?

I’m dreaming.

I have to be.

How else would I be lucky enough to have a naked Corrigan Hicks inmyhome, inmyarms, carrying her down the hallway tomybedroom as her hands play with my hair? How are her legs firmly wrapped around my waist while my cock springs up and down with every goddamn step I take? How is it her lips separate and so willingly connect with mine?

Heat courses through my veins as I enter my bedroom and lay her down on my bed. Her eyes meet mine, the blue in them sparkling back at me like sapphires as I hover over her, propping myself up with one arm. She reaches her hand up to my face, resting her palm against my cheek, and I lean into it, reveling in the feel of her touch. The touch that brings me peace and heats me at the very same time. Her other hand reaches up, palming my chest, and fuck if the feel of her fingers gliding over my skin doesn’t make my dick even harder than it already was. She moves her hand from my chest, up to my shoulders and then into my hair, tugging on the dripping strands and bringing myface down to hers. And it’s this moment, the wanton look in her eyes, that has me realizing she wants this just as much as I do.

“I want you, Corrigan.”

“I want you too, Bodhi,” she responds, her tongue dragging across her lips.

“I need you to understand something though.” I shake my head and stare into her eyes, wishing she could see down deep into my soul. “This isn’t just sex for me, Corri. This isn’t like those other times. Although now that I think about it, I’m not sure those other times were what they were supposed to be either because I want you.”

She smiles and softly chuckles. “I want you t?—”

“No. I want…you, Corrigan,” I try to explain. “I want this…this connection that you and I seem to have when we’re together, but I want more and I want it with you.”

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