Page 172 of Come Back to Me

How I don’t squeak is a miracle in itself.

The very idea of it makes my knees buckle. Surviving him actually doing it might be beyond me.

But I’m nothing if not pragmatic. “Are you going to walk around with my cum on your face, though? We don’t have shower facilities.”

His lips twitch. Lips that will soon be wrapped around my clit. “All over my face,” is his cheerful retort. “No shower facilities required.”

I squirm but: “Won’t people know?”

“Not unless they sniff my beard, and technically, the only person who’s allowed to do that is my un-fake girlfriend.”

I like that answer. “You finished with the gum.”

“Uh-huh. I’m minty fresh for you.”

Grabbing his arm, I drag him over to the knoll.

“Made your decision, huh?”

“Yep,” I say brightly. But when we’re at said knoll, I frown. “I’m not good at this.”

“Sure you are. You were that night.”

“You did all that.”

“Actually, I didn’t,” he says dryly.

I waft a hand. “Tell me what to do.”

“How about we shut your brain off for a little while, hmm?”

“How do we do that?”

“The traditional way.” He angles his face closer until he’s taking over the sun, the sky, and the lake in my line of sight. Then, when his mouth hovers above mine: “You want me to conduct, Tee?”

“Yes.” (That was so a whimper. Damn, this man has game.)

“Even though you’re mad at me?” he half-taunts, but I’ll forgive him because he does this nudging thing with his nose over my jawline.

“I’m less mad.” I shiver when the baby hairs at my nape stand up and tango. “Y-You can kiss me.”

At the invitation, he finally settles his lips on mine.

Instantly, I sigh.

God, he feels so damnright.

The tension that usually fills me when I kiss someone isn’t there. It’s as if that tension was there because I was kissing the wrong person. Becauseheis my person.

As he presses tiny pecks over my mouth, I realize my mind is light. Like a feather floating off in the breeze, but I’ve never wanted to be glued to the ground more than I do right now. Though I can hear soft notes forming, a lulling, lilting, joyfully incandescentscherzo, I quiet them because I don’t want this moment to end.

Ever.

Softly, he teases me, gently nipping my bottom lip with his teeth and tugging it down.

We’re not close enough—that’s what I know.

I slide my arms around his waist, letting my hands land on the center of his back. I want him to surround me. I want him to take away the rest of the world and replace it withhim.

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