Page 111 of Hot Shot

We spent our nights (and quite a few mornings and afternoons) entwined in the bed beneath the deliciously soft European duvet, making love and talking about so many things . . . our childhoods, our friends, our plans and hopes and dreams, whether fried eggs are better sunny side up or over easy, and even a spirited debate about politics. I like to yank her chain and be a devil’s advocate, but we’re of a similar worldview.

Now, knowing we’re leaving tomorrow, I feel a little sad. This apartment has beenourplace and we’ll be going back to separate homes. But we’ll still be a couple.

“I’ll miss this place,” I say, moving over her and between her beautiful thighs, where I fit perfectly.

“Me too.”

I prop myself on my elbows, arms on either side of her head. She gazes up at me, and I study her face, so beautiful and open, her blue eyes warm, her mouth enticing.

“Thank you for coming with me,” she says. “This has been amazing.”

“You’re sure you have no regrets?”

She rolls her head on the pillow. “I probably could have learned a lot here, but the school even says that they don’t really teach photography; it’s more about advice and support and learning by doing.”

“You can do that at home.”

“I can. I do think it would be amazing to live here,” she adds with a wistful look around. “But I may be a little biased because you’ve been with me. I miss people at home already, though, and . . .” She lowers her eyes briefly, then meets mine again. “I’d really,reallymiss you. So . . .”

I kiss her mouth. “I’d miss you too. But I meant what I said . . . I’d wait for you if that was what you wanted.”

“I know. And I love you for that.”

“I’ll support you however I can, in whatever you want to do.”

“Thank you. Same for me. Hey, I could wait tables at Conquistadors. Don’t you need more servers?”

I grin and brush another kiss over her mouth. “We just hired a couple. Girl named Reese and a guy named Tony.”

“Okay, good. But I could help if you ever need it.”

“Thank you. This is what I need help with right now . . .” I nudge her with my erection. “Mr. Big is hungry again.”

She shakes with laughter as I kiss her again, wrapping her arms and legs around me. “Mr. Big is insatiable.”

“So is that tight little pussy of yours. So we’re a match made in heaven.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

I kiss her again, longer, deeper, licking into her mouth, sucking on her tongue, biting softly at her lips, then I bury my face in the side of her neck and breathe in her vanilla musk scent. It fills my head and heat spreads through my body, centering in the heavy ache at my groin. “I love you, Carrie.”

“I love you too.” She licks my jaw. “¿Quieres joder?”

A laugh shoots out of me and I feel a burst of love for her in my chest. “Sí.”

She’s the best. The best for me. Sweetness to my dark, soothing to my roughness. But maybe I can give her something, too—she looks after everybody else but I want to look after her.

Sex with her is like that, too—giving each other something. Telling each other something. Back and forth. I’ve never had anything like it and I want this forever.

I press her down into the mattress, my dick throbbing against her soft body, my hands buried in her hair, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. Her arms tighten around my shoulders, and fire flashes through my veins when her heels dig into my ass. A groan rumbles up my throat.

I kiss her again, tongues sliding together, her soft sounds of pleasure surrounding me. I shift to touch her everywhere, her full breasts with hard nipples, the dip of her waist, the smooth line of her hip and thigh. I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her until we’re both panting and inside out with desire.

“Marco. I need you.”

“I need you, too. Always. Forever.”

I want this so much it hurts. But it’s not terrifying anymore. I feel safe with her. Wanted. Valued. My throat burns, my eyes stinging.

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