Page 104 of Lush

She pulled me in and kissed me deeply—exactly what I needed. I just wanted to touch her, any excuse to close the gap that always felt too wide.

My hands moved on instinct, drawn to her like gravity. One traced the curve of her waist, the other dipping lower, grazing the edge of her jeans. Her breath hitched, her stomach tensing beneath my touch, but she didn’t stop me. She pulled me closer.

I slipped my hand beneath the waistband, finding her.

Heat. Wet. My pulse slammed in response.

Her body trembled, and when my fingers teased, parting her, she gasped—soft, breathy, so fucking sweet I nearly lost control.

“Tell me,” I rasped against her skin. My lips brushed her jaw, her throat, tasting the warmth of her. “Is it good when I touch you here?” My fingers stroked, slow, deliberate, pressing into her in a way that had her thighs tightening, her hips rocking forward. “Or maybe here?”

I pushed deeper, drinking in the way she clenched around me, the way her breath came in short, uneven pants. She was burning up, her body practically begging for more, for me to lose control right along with her.

Fuck, I wanted to.

A choked moan escaped her lips as she leaned into me, her breath warm against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I moaned as I hear the ridiculously wet sounds of her cunt. I watched the slickness build on my knuckles.

“Reese.”

“You’re so wet,” I murmured, my voice rough even to my own ears. It wasn’t just desire that thickened my tone—it was everything else. The years of waiting, of wanting, of never being able to forget her, no matter how hard I tried.

She trembled. I was making her give me everything she had. She said my name again while I increased the pressure on her clit with my thumb. Her beautiful lips, smooth thighs, and dark skin all seemed perfect to me, and the best part was that she was all mine.

She wasmywife.

Not Conrad’s. Not anyone else’s.

My woman, forever. Everyone would know. Her face was a whirlwind of emotions. I pressed a kiss to her temple as her thighs clamped around my hand, trying to slow me down.

“Stop—I’m about to?—”

“You don’t want me to stop.” I knew her terribly well. “Baby, pay attention and look at me.”

My fingers found her sweet spot. Her shocked gasp echoed as I pressed on the fleshy pad, causing her to writhe in my grasp.

“Don’t you get it? We were always supposed to be together. Just me and you against the world, princess. That’s what you told me years ago, right?”

A beat of silence hung in the air before I rapidly increased the speed of my fingers, compelling her to meet my gaze.

“Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” Her eyes rolled back, and with a small growl, she buried her face in my arm, her teeth sinking into my flesh.

“Are you watching me?”

I leaned in closer, sucking firmly on her neck and teasingly nibbling on the delicate skin. My fingers moved in and out of her, exploring every inch. Hotter. Faster. Her hand gripped my wrist, digging her nails in. And then—she shouted.

It wasn’t just a cry of release. It was a breaking point.

Her body went rigid, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. When she opened her eyes again, they weren’t just full of the pleasure of the moment, they were full of something more.

I withdrew my fingers from her, a sticky string of her wetness stretched between them, making us both gasp. Slowly and deliberately, I tasted her on my fingers, never once looking away from her eyes. I moved closer and kissed her slowly, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

“Laurene,” I whispered, my voice steady even as my chest burned. “If you don’t want this, if you don’t want me, tell me now. But if you do, don’t make me fight for you alone.”

I couldn’t help but admire the way she fought to steady herself, the way she tried so damn hard to control the things that were breaking inside her.

A sharp knock on the door followed.

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