Page 96 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I keep one hand on her head, holding her to me, and wrap the other around her as I spin us.

She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to her bed, dropping her gently against the mattress, never letting my lips leave hers.

She moans into my mouth again when our bodies connect in all the right places, when I fall between her thighs like I belong there.

I do.

“You feel so fucking good,” I say against her mouth, my hips flexing into her.

“I know.”

I laugh, and she swats at me.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant like you feel good too.”

“I know,” I murmur, “and I meant it like that.”

I swallow her laugh with my lips.

We stay like that for minutes. Hours. Days.

I don’t know, and I don’t care.

All I know is I want more. Ineedmore.

“Dory…”

“Just one more night,” she begs. “One more.”

“One more.”

She kisses me again. “It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex.”

I pause. Just for a second.

She’s too lost in the haze of lust to notice.

Just sex.

I don’t want just sex. I want more. I wanther.

But if that’s all she’s willing to give…I’ll take it.

I’m selfish, not stupid.

“Please, Porter.”

I pull away from her just long enough to yank my shirt over my head.

When I look back at her, she’s biting her lip.

“See something you like?”

“If you’re referring to your stupidly cut chest and abs, then yes. But also…you did the thing.”

I tilt my head. “The thing?”

She nods. “You pulled your shirt off with one hand. If I tried that, I’d fall over or something.”

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