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I love my name on her lips. I release a nipple and kiss her mouth slowly. Gently. Reverently. I push the tip into her, and she moans, eyes rolling back in her head. She’s warm and wet and a perfect fit for me.
“You make me crazy.”
Lucy wiggles down until I’m farther in, and then we’re completely together and everything feels right and good, and I can’t help but think that this is meant to be, that I am with the woman I’m supposed to be with, no matter how it started. Lucy pushes me off and then she’s on top, breathing heavily as she rides me, and I’m transfixed with the way she throws her head back and drops her jaw, her face open and free and in the throes of pleasure. I slide my hand between us and massage her clit to help her come.
This is all I need. To watch Lucy Knox rock on top of me.
I wish I could convince myself that’s all this is. That we’re just sleeping together.
But that would be a lie, and I can’t lie to myself.
There’s a much bigger storm brewing inside me.
She gasps and moans my name again. That’s the only name I want coming out of her mouth like that.
When we’re both done, she opens her eyes and rolls off and next to me.
“Lucy, that was incredible,” I whisper.
“Yeah.” Lucy turns her head to me and smiles, post orgasm relaxation on her face. “You are so good at that.”
“At what?”
“All of it.”
I shift to my side and run my finger gently from the base of her neck down between her breasts and to her lower abdomen, then trace loops around her belly and back up.
Lucy moves toward me, and I admire the view of her full breasts, the valley of her waist, the rise of her hips.
I’m so fucking lucky to be here right now.
I can almost imagine that she’s not trying to move to England. That her job with the Blizzard isn’t temporary. That we started out real, not fake.
Lucy closes her eyes and snuggles toward me. I shift onto my back and pull her against me until her head lays on my chest, red curls tickling my biceps. I tug the sheet up over us, and she sighs, her breathing deep and steady.
Lucy Knox falling asleep in my arms in her mother’s house on Thanksgiving? That was not on my bingo card for this year. But it feels pretty fucking good.
Almost too good.
Because I’m afraid of Lucy.
Afraid that I think she belongs here. With me. With me and Ava. Her and her stupid dog.
But Lucy seems totally okay with the fact that she’s here for just one season. She’s never wavered in her conversations about the job in England. Never doubted it’s the right thing to do.
She might be okay with all that, but it’s becoming increasingly clear that I am not.
CHAPTER 29
The Worst Skater
LUCY
Thursday, December 5
“Have you ever ice skated before?” Kellen chuckles as I cling to his arm like it’s the last floating door and I’ve just fallen off the Titanic.
“Yes,” I hiss. “A few times when I was younger.”
