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“Just the tip,” he said in a thick voice. “I want to feel you come with it in you.”

I said nothing because if I opened my mouth, I was afraid I’d begin to beg. His hips lowered slightly, and the girth of the head prodded my entrance. I let out a low moan. His eyes flared as they snapped back up to meet mine. I was panting, needy, and—oh God, nothing had ever felt this amazing.

We stayed like that as he pushed in just barely. The pleasure that came over his face was what finally sent me into a spiral ofbliss. My body shuddered, and I cried out his name, no longer caring what I sounded like. I was lost in the most incredible orgasm of my life.

He jerked back, pulling out of me, and his body shuddered before the first shot of his release hit my lower stomach, then my inner thigh. I’d never seen anything as breathtaking as Ransom Carver as he came.

When he was done and I floated back to earth, I watched as he took in the sight of my body covered in his semen. His jaw clenched tightly, and the fear trickled in then.

Had we taken it too far? I hadn’t meant to.

“That was friendly,” he said finally. “I mean, we didn’t actually fuck. It was just the head and only for a minute, max.”

I wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, but I nodded in agreement. I couldn’t lose him over this. I didn’t think I could handle becoming one of the hundreds of females that Ransom Carver had tossed away.

Twenty-Four

Noa

After Ransom had cleaned his ejaculation off me with a towel, he’d grinned at me, then left the bedroom, telling me he’d see me in the kitchen for breakfast. I sat there, staring at the closed door, not sure what to think. We hadn’t actually had sex, but just because he’d called that friendly did not make it a fact. That hadn’t been friendly. At least not by any standards I’d ever heard of.

I got dressed and packed up the rest of my things in a daze of sorts. He was in the kitchen when I arrived and frowned at my suitcase, telling me he was going to get that for me. We ate. He asked about what I had planned for the day when I got back home.

Then we’d gone out to his truck, and now, here we were, driving to the airport like nothing had ever happened.

It was weird.

I had questions.

Unlike in the kitchen, our drive was mostly silent. Either he’d run out of small talk or what we had done was finally sinking in and he was panicking. I really hoped it wasn’t the latter. The fear that he’d pull away and we would grow apart was slowly gaining traction in my head, and it might be me who panicked.

The departures line at the airport in Jackson wasn’t that busy, and I found myself wishing it were, but when he didn’t turn toward it but headed for short-term parking, I felt a wave of relief. He was going to park and go inside with me. That meant something … right? Not just a drop-off and run.

I clung to that as he found a spot close to the walkway over to the main terminal.

When he cut the engine, he glanced over at me. I could see the concern in his eyes, and I’d been right. It had sunk in, and he was dealing with it.

Here we go.

My hands fisted tightly in my lap, and I waited.

“We should talk about what happened before you leave.”

Yeah … we should.

I nodded, saying nothing.

He ran a hand over his head, mussing his hair, and I wanted to do the same to it. Feel it in my fingers. Press my lips to his. All the non-friendly things I couldn’t do.

“I got carried away. You’re sexy as hell—I’ve told you that. And I woke up with your body tucked against me, which I take full responsibility for. I have no doubt I did that shit in my sleep.” He shook his head and grinned at me sheepishly. “We’re good, right? I didn’t fuck up our friendship, did I?”

I wasn’t sure what to feel. Disappointed? Relieved? He wasn’t tossing me aside. That was a good thing. But having had a taste of what it was like to be touched by him, well, that might have ruined me for all other men.

“No. I was a willing partner in that. You didn’t mess up anything.” Except for my heart because I’d be lying if I said a part of it wasn’t breaking a little.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Thank fuck. You’ve not said much, and I was getting my head all twisted up with shit. I can’t lose you, Shakespeare. You might not realize it, but I need you. Your friendship.”

He needed my friendship. That was … just great.

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