Page 118 of The Girlfriend Zone

And then—just as I’m about to make a clever comment—she licks her lips and stares up at me, her gaze filled with heat. “You really did miss me.”

I brush my thumb along her cheekbone, holding her face in my hand. “I really fucking did.”

Her shiver tells me she believes it.

Her hand circling my cock tells me to get a fucking move on.

Climbing back onto the bed, as the sound of dog nails scratching on floors catches my attention, I whisper, “There’s just one thing I need to do first.”

“What?” she asks.

Of course I wasn’t going to nail the communication one hundred percent the first time. I repeat myself at a louder volume. “There’s just one thing I need to do first.”

Her eyes roam down my body. “Protection?”

“Well, there’s that.” I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom, but before I put it on, I reach for her bra, flick the clasp open with practiced ease, and let it slide away.

Heat roars in me as I take her in—tight curves, perky tits, perfect dusky-rose nipples that practically beg to be kissed, licked, and worshipped. I want to spend hours on every inch of her, but I know there’ll be other opportunities for that. There has to be, because there’s no way this is just a one-time thing.

“Time doesn’t work the same way when you can’t stop thinking about someone,” I say, repeating her words from moments ago.

Words that burrowed into my heart.

Words that define me.

She lifts a hand, her fingers brushing across my jaw, her eyes soft and wide as they meet mine. “Show me.”

It’s a statement, bold and confident, but her voice carries a quiet vulnerability, a kind of trust so complete it knocks the air from my lungs.

And for the first time, I realize I’ve earned something I didn’t know I needed: her faith in me.

I’m not sure what we’ll do with it—what we’ll become—but I know one thing for certain. I want to give her everything. Starting with wringing another orgasm from her.

I slide my hands over her knees then up her thighs. “Part those pretty legs for me, sweetheart.”

Her cheeks flush as she complies, spreading wide, and sparks explode across my nerves. “Fucking gorgeous,” I murmur, staring savagely at the most beautiful sight in the world.

This woman, ready for me.

I roll on the protection. Settling between her thighs, I rub the head of my cock against her wet pussy, teasing her before easing inside.

Her back arches, her tits rising as a stuttered breathescapes her. “Oh god,” she gasps, reaching for my arms, her fingers gripping my biceps.

I slide in deeper, heat crackling through me as I sink into her, filling her completely.

And for several delirious, mind-bending seconds, the world goes offline.

Sensations crash over me—electricity, sparks, power. When I finally open my eyes, I look down at the woman I shouldn’t want but can’t resist. I’m so far gone for her. I want to give her everything—everything she needs, the hard fucking she craves.

I ease out, then slide back in, taking my time, setting the pace, watching her every reaction. Her breath comes in soft pants, her cheeks flush pink, and her eyes shine with raw need.

Her nails dig into my back, scratching upward, and it’s fucking fantastic.

“So good,” I growl. “Leave marks on me. Everywhere.”

“You sure?” she murmurs.

“Do it,” I urge, my voice thick with want.

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