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Leaning down, I kiss her shoulder. “I’m going to go make coffee.”

“Okay,” she answers.

I fill the coffee pot with ground coffee and a full pot of water before pressing start. I twist around and lean against the granite countertop while the machine fizzes with the telltale sound of water heating. The first aroma of coffee hits my senses as the liquid begins to drip into the pot.

Lexi pads into the kitchen, still in only the undergarments we went to bed in. She halts before me and raises her hands to my face, cupping my cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re afraid of, but I promise you right now, it shouldn’t be me.”

With that, she stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. I’ve spent days—hell, months—trying to hold on to every detail of her kisses. My imagination at its best doesn’t come close to the real thing. I sigh into her mouth, my rapidly growing need for her presses into her stomach.

“There you are.” She grins against my lips.

“Lex,” I say on an exhale.

“You can trust me,” she says before sliding her tongue back into my mouth and a hand into my boxers.

The intensity of the kiss deepens as her hand moves quicker up and down my shaft. My pelvis moves against her hand on instinct, wanting more. Hell if my first orgasm with her after our reunion is going to be in my boxer shorts.

Taking her wrist, I remove her hand from me. She starts to protest until I hook my fingers in her panties and slide them down to her ankles. She steps out of them while simultaneously removing her bra. I remove my boxer shorts in one swift motion until the two of us stand, completely bare. My eyes drop to her feet and scorch a path up her pale skin. My perusal reaches her face, where a slow smile forms on her lips, lighting up her blue eyes. God, she’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

I palm her ass and lift her. Turning, I set her on the counter. On impulse, she opens her legs wide. The perfect invitation. I throb with the need to feel her. Pressing my tip at her entrance, I tease her while my lips suck against her neck.

“Baby.” Her voice quivers with need. The term of endearment falling from her lips sends my desire over the edge, and I want her now.

“Fuck.” I remove my mouth from the soft skin at the base of her neck. “I need to go get a condom,” I breathe out.

“Don’t leave.” She squeezes my ass and pulls me in. “I’m on the pill. I haven’t been with anyone since you, and I’ve been checked. I’m clean. I just…need you.”

“I’m clean, too,” I say on an exhale. I religiously use a condom and get checked every year. “Are you sure?”

She nods, pulling my ass harder as her final answer.

I slide into her, and the two of us release a collective moan. How I’ve missed her. I hold firmly to her waist as I slide in and out of her warmth. She feels incredible, better than any dream. I reclaim her mouth with my tongue as it echoes the movements from below.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

I need more of her, of us. This connection. This feeling. Everything from the sounds she’s making to the scent of her skin is making me lose my mind. Lexi Laine, in her wild and wayward ways, is the one for me. I crave her in inexplicable ways, and I know I always will.

Her mouth agape, eyes closed, she leans back, propping herself up on the counter. Face toward the ceiling, she whimpers in pleasure with each thrust. Her breasts bounce in rhythm, and I groan, pumping harder.

She’s panting, jagged raw breaths, and I know she’s close. I rock back and forth with each thrust. Impaling her, I work her higher and higher. Her shoulders begin to shake as the sobs of pleasure explode from her lips. With a final thrust, I growl as my release hits, and we fall apart together. I empty inside her as a torrent of emotions crashes down on me.

She circles her arms around my neck and leans into me, boneless. Sated and happy, I hold her tight, resting my forehead against her shoulder. I work to catch the breath I’m struggling to find.

Damn…this girl.

I’m overcome with dueling emotions—equal parts terror and adoration, as one thing becomes perfectly clear. I don’t want anyone but Lexi. Hard limits be damned. She could break every rule I’ve ever had, and I’d still want her. She has this unyielding power over my heart.

I take her face between my hands. “I love you,” I say, my heart thrumming wildly in my chest.

She sucks in a breath, her eyes wide and full of emotion. “I love you, too.” Her voice is shaky as she swallows hard, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

I hold her body against mine as we breathe in the moment.

After a while, I pull out. Grabbing the roll of paper towels, I clean her up.

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