Page 82 of Unforgettable

Hand in hand, we practically run to the room. When the lock finally gives way, we stumble into the dark room, our hands and mouths tripping over themselves just to be close.

I kick the door closed with my foot, and Oz pushes me up against it, pressing his body into mine.

Even with layers of clothes between us I can feel his arousal, long and hard, grazing against my own. But now that we’re in these four walls, with nowhere to be and nowhere to go, Oz and I have lost the usual desperation that accompanies many of our previous times together.

The air is still thick and heavy with desire, but it’s the adoration between us that feels different.

Ever changing, both expanding and escalating.

Oz feels different. Today is the lightest and the happiest I’ve ever seen him, but also the most honest and vulnerable.

I could read him. Without even realizing, I had come to know this man like the back of my hand. Holding his face between my palms, I kiss him deeply.

My tongue slipping between his lips, reassuring him I was here and that I knew what he wanted from me. What came next.

Understanding, agreement, and satisfaction passes between us. And for the first time, our mouths move in a kiss of absolute contentment. We’re in the moment with no rush to leave it. For the first time, touching and kissing him feels like an interlude to forever and then some.

I wish.

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Oz

“Are you sure?” he asks, reading my mind. The lust is still heavy in his eyes, but the lightness that was between us only moments ago has morphed into something weighted and full of expectation. “You want me to—”

I cut him off with a kiss. One that’s a lot slower and more sensual, one that showsexactlywhat kind of intimacy I want with him.

“Never have I ever,” I whisper into the empty room, leaving the rest of my confession unsaid. “I want it with you.”

The gravity of my request is not lost on either of us, but I feel like everything we’ve shared has led me to this moment, and I don’t know how else to show him that he has my heart. Taken right from my chest and cradled between his hands. He. Has. My. Heart.

What started out as fun and games and a way to have crazy, hot sex has turned into something that’s so much bigger than I could’ve ever imagined.

It’s sleepless, sex-filled nights and laid-back mornings. It’s deep conversations and uncontrollable laughter over breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It’s tears and smiles. It’s hopes and fears. It’s a future. A future I want withonlyhim.

I just don’t know how to tell him or when. So, instead I’m using our chemistry, the one constant between us, and giving him me.

Reeve presses his mouth to mine and starts tugging at my tie, loosening it till it’s undone. Slowly, nimble fingers begin to unbutton my shirt as he guides me to the bed. He pushes the shirt past my shoulders, and the crisp material falls to the floor, like the closing call of a curtain. His lips never leave mine as the kiss deepens and his hands trail down my stomach and to my belt.

“I want you naked,” he murmurs against my mouth, roughly pushing my dress pants and boxer briefs to the ground. “I want to see and feel all of you.”

“I want that too,” I breathe out, stepping out of my clothes. “I want it all.”

“Take my suit off me,” he orders, and my cock throbs at the idea of Reeve calling all the shots. “And then lie down in the middle of the bed.”

It’s my turn now to strip him bare, and I don’t waste any time doing it, admiring every expanse of skin that comes into view.

It never gets old. Seeing him naked, touching him. Being naked in front of him, and having him touch me.

I could do it forever, I think. Iwantto do it forever.

Lying down on the bed, I watch as a naked and hard Reeve grabs what he needs from inside his bag and then returns to me, crawling over my body, till his hands are on either side of my head and his mouth is descending to mine.

The rest of him follows, as he lays himself on top of me. A blanket of skin covering me, a cock so hard, pressing against my own.

I groan into his mouth as my hands find his ass and squeeze his cheeks, pushing him farther into me.

We rock against one another, seeking friction, kissing until my lips feel bruised and my cock is gliding against the slick ridges of his.

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