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“Breathe, I’m not going anywhere.” He runs his hands along my arms, helping to center me while simultaneously sending goosebumps along my skin.
“You make all these flirty comments, but then you walk away. I always thought it was part of your game to get under my skin. Do you still want me? In that way?” If he said no I would probably just go fling myself off the roof.
“Yes.”
“Then why haven’t you done anything about it? Why haven’t you made a move?” The look he gives me is one that will be ingrained into my memory forever.
“I needed to know you wanted me too, Trouble.” Consider caution officially in the wind.
“I do.”
“You do?” I nod, a little more eagerly than I meant to, and he’s got me on the counter before I can say another word. His hands are resting on the curve of my ass and his nose is grazing my ear when I hear him inhale softly. “Tell me that you want me.”
“I want you, Fitz.”
“Fucking finally,” he growls in my ear. The ferocious way he kisses and nips at my neck, while his hands palm my ass before moving underneath my shirt, has my panties soaked within seconds. He rips my shirt off and kisses down my neck, against the slope of my breasts, and down my stomach. “You know the rule, Trouble. You tell me to go and I take what I want.” He hooks his fingers into my shorts, and I bite my lip in anticipation.
“Go.” It comes out breathy and I don’t even care. I need this. I need him. He rips my shorts down, taking my underwear right along with them, discarding them before he hooks his arms around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the counter as hekneels for me. I prop my feet up on the barstools on either side of him and his mouth is on me a second later.
“Fuck,” I moan. I can feel the motherfucker smirk against my pussy and I roll my eyes. The moans coming fromhimas he completely devours me have me closer and closer to coming undone. Then he moves—plunging his tongue inside of me, sucking my clit into his mouth then kissing it so softly it has my head spinning.
“Fitz!” My body is screaming, begging for release. He looks up at me and the way his face is glistening with my arousal is exhilarating.
“Say please, Trouble.” He squeezes my thighs and blows on my clit, making me jump.
“Please, Fitz. I need to come.” I grab a fistful of his hair andhiseyes roll, finally making me understand what he gets so worked up about. I guide him back down, and he doesn’t argue. His tongue is back on me and the electric feeling I get every time we touch, completely ignites, causing my toes to curl. I keep a hold of his hair, grinding my hips against him and he matches every movement. Causing the most intense orgasm I can ever recall having, to rip through me.
“Fuck, Fitz. Yes!” He lets me ride out every last wave of pleasure before giving my clit one last kiss, and stands up.
“I’ve been craving the taste of you forten. Months.” He slides a finger inside me, staying only long enough to be a tease, and I moan at the loss when he pulls it away. “Don’t make me wait so long for another taste, will ya?” He sucks his fingers clean and grabs my shorts from across the room, sliding them up my legs until I feel the dampness of my underwear. He pats my hips and kisses my nose, leaving the scent of my arousal lingering before he walks away.
“Wait. Where are you going?” I frown, folding my arms over my chest.
“Giving you time.”
My frown deepens. “For what?”
“To make sure you won’t regret this before we go any further. Because if I have you again, I’m never gonna want to let you go.” He opens the door and my stomach twists.
“I’m not going to regret it,” I call after him.
“Get some rest, Trouble. I’ll see you soon.” Then he closes the door and I’m left with the realization that I miss him already.
Shit.
CHAPTER 37
LAUREN
“I don’t like how busy you are with your new boyfriend,” Taylor whines, and my mouth pops open. “You didn’t text us like,at allwhile you were in New York. I’ve become accustomed to hourly texts, or Insta story updates orsomething!”
“OK, hold on a minute. I’ve had to deal with every single one of you bitches getting boyfriends, then fiancés, then husbands. Not to mention the dogs and the babies, whom I love with my whole heart, and you’re gonna get mad when I’ve had a boyfriend for five whole minutes because I didn’t send you a picture of my breakfast?” The whole room is silent as I wait for her answer.
“Yes.”
“Well, that sounds about right,” I mumble and the room falls into a fit of laughter.
“God, you’re high maintenance.” Shane shakes her head at Taylor, who just shrugs as she finishes pulling the takeout containers from the bag.
