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He rocks into me again, and I feel every inch.

“You don’t know how many times I thought about this.” He closes his eyes, expression strained, and swallows. “I’ve pictured us in every position you can think of, on every surface of this apartment. Of every apartment I’ve ever lived in.”

Heat swirls between my legs, and the pressure tightens.

He fucks me harder, and I climb higher. The painting on the wall that we bought last weekend shakes as he thrusts into me, and I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow from his hand on my ass. I don’t care, though. I just want more.

His hand finds my clit, and he rubs tight, firm circles.

“Hayden.” My release takes shape, and I tug his hair, gazing into his eyes. I can feel the desperate expression all over my face.

He smiles, dark and dominant. “Fuckinglovewhen you moan my name like that, Darcy. Fucking love the way your sweet little pussy tightens around me.” He presses feverish kisses against my skin as the pressure low in my belly begins to expand and my vision starts to blur. “Such a good girl, getting so wet for me, letting me fuck you hard against the wall like we both wanted.”

I dig my nails into his shoulder and the corner of his mouth ticks up.

“You going to come for me, honey?”

“Mhm.” I nod again and again. My nerves start to fray, and nothing else exists except us, here and now.

“Show me,” he demands, clutching me as I tighten further. “Show me what it looks like when I make you feel good.”

The pressure spills over, and I shatter. My toes curl. Heat courses through me as my muscles spasm around him. I’m gasping for air, moaning his name and pleading with him not to stop as my pulse races. When I think I’ve hit the highest peak of my orgasm, I keep soaring, keep rising, so high I think I might die. He thrusts into me again and again, holding me tight like I’m precious.

It’s everything, all at once—intimate, intense, hot, desperate, hungry, and everything I’ve ever needed.

My release subsides, but from Hayden’s clenched jaw andtortured expression, he’s close. His teeth catch his bottom lip and he groans, low and hungry. His cheekbones flush with the exertion. His hair has fallen into his eyes. God, he’s so devastating like this, at the edge of his control but taking everything he wants.

“I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Let go.” I’m eager to see Hayden lose his mind while inside me. “Come inside me.”

His hand returns between my legs and with a few fast, firm circles, a second release hits me. I let out a confused and surprised sob of pleasure against his skin, shaking with the orgasm as more waves of heat radiate through me and I clamp down around his length. It’s not fair how good he is at reading my body and knowing exactly what I want.

It’s his undoing, though, because the raw, broken noise that grates out of his throat is pure pleasure. With strong arms, he clutches me tight to his chest. Hayden buries his face in my neck, moaning against my skin and pulsing inside me. Intense protectiveness rushes through me as he repeats my name into my skin.

My thoughts dissolve until only one remains—I wish we could do this forever. I wish Hayden wanted what I wanted.

After a moment, he pulls back with an incredulous expression. The only noise in the apartment is the pounding of my pulse in my ears and the sound of us catching our breaths.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asks, and we both laugh.

With my fingertip, I trace the line of his bottom lip, but he dips down to catch my mouth again. “Just the opposite.”

CHAPTER 67

HAYDEN

“What about this one?”Darcy points at a chair in the furniture store I pulled her into after brunch.

My mind races with images of us together over the past twelve hours—the moans she made when she was close to orgasm, the peaceful way she looked before I woke her up this morning, and her low sigh of pleasure as I washed her hair in the shower. The life-altering feeling of being buried deep inside her tight, warm, wet pussy, and the way her mouth falls open in surprise and enjoyment at the first thrust.

“Hayden?”

I stare at the chair. “All I can think about is having sex with you on this chair.” She’d sit on top, facing me, riding my cock while I suck on her neck and slick my fingers around that tight bud of nerves that makes her lose it.

A surprised laugh bubbles out of her and her eyes glow bright.

“Are you sore?” I ask, pulling her closer, running my lips over her temple. She smells incredible. How did I control myself for eight years? I can barely go five minutes without touching her now.

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