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When the dance ends, Olivia gives me a bear hug, but the one from her mom is even bigger.
I didn’t dance with her kid to win her over. I didn’tdo it to smooth the path for Jillian. I did it because I wanted to, and I hopethatdesire is what matters most in the end.
Not my past.
Not the dumb stuff I’ve done.
Just the things I’ve done lately.
They have to outweigh the mistakes.
An hour later, I nod at Harlan as I leave. He gives a crisp nod in return. He said he’d catch his own ride and take Katie home.
Once I’m outside, I find the limo, grab the handle, and open the door. I’ve made my great escape.
The car door slams shut behind me, and it’s her and me, alone at last. The partition is up. Total privacy. I toss my suit jacket onto the seat.
The driver pulls away from the hotel, and Jillian launches herself at me.
Fuck yes.
She grabs my face and crushes her lips to mine. Everything in my body screams yes the second she makes contact. Our tongues tangle, our lips devour, and our hands are everywhere.
She grabs at my shirt, plays with my hair. My hands fly down her sides, over her ass, up to her neck.
“It’s been too long,” I mutter, then slide my lips over hers again. I have to have her. Must consume her.
This is everything I missed. This is everything Iwant. Electricity lights my skin, and my brain is a static haze of lust, desire, and something more.
Something I don’t want to give up.
We kiss like a wild homecoming, like I’ve been away for months and she can’t get enough of me. Climbing on top of me, she straddles my lap, hikes up her skirt, and grinds against me. She goes to town on my hard-on, and I can’t stop kissing her. Can’t stop wanting her.
This is fire and heat, and I need more of the blaze.
I fumble around in the pocket of my jacket, finding my wallet and grabbing a condom.
“Need to be inside you,” I grit out, and she nods, panting a yes as she reaches for the zipper on my pants and slides it down.
My eyes stray to her hands undressing me, and hell, this is perfect. This is the view I want for a long time.
I want her hands on me.
I want her owning my body.
I want her to know that she’s the only one I want touching me.
She’s the one.
It’s staggering, the realization that she’s the end of the line for me. I knew it earlier in the week at the game. I was sure when we texted. I felt it again in my agent’s office, then at dinner, and now once more tonight.
And I need to feel it in a physical way.
Need to know what it’s like to connect deeper than I ever have before. I cup her cheek, meet her gaze. “I need to make love to you.”
“Please.Please, make love to me.”
Quickly, I rearrange us, laying her down on the leather seat, then roll on the condom. She slides off her panties, and I groan in appreciation of the stunning view of her perfectly wet pussy. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I missed you so fucking much.”
