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I reach for her, running a hand down her side, sliding closer to her sexy-as-sin body. “I need to steal a kiss now. It’ll get me through missing you this weekend.”
“Take it,” she says, then seals her lips to mine. She crushes my mouth in a consuming kiss. It’s the opposite of our last kiss in my kitchen. This one is wild and desperate, tinged with jet-fueled need. It’s rough and messy, the kind of messy that leads to hands roping in hair and teeth clicking and me yanking her against my erection.
I flop to my back, pull her on top of me, and rub against her. “Katie,” I groan.
She whispers my name with the same urgency as she rides the hard ridge of my cock. She rocks and sways, then consumes my lips again as we grab at each other.
Everything feels electric and intense. Whatever faint hold I had on control spirals away.
She swings her gaze to the door. This is the moment where weshould break apart. Smooth down our clothes. Settle our jackhammering pulses.
A glance at the door is the kind of break in the action that can jolt you back to reality.
To consequences.
To promises.
Instead, Katie says, “Let me make sure it’s locked.”
In a heartbeat, she hops up from me, scurries to the door, and locks it. She’s back in seconds, straddling me again.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
She rocks against me, pressing her hands to either side of my face. “So sure,” she murmurs.
I grab her ass, cup those cheeks, and tug her tighter. Now is the time. “I want you so much. I’m so crazy for you. I’m falling for you so hard.”
She gasps, then smiles softly. “I’m falling for you too,” she says, sounding utterly lost in the passion.
Just like I am.
Chapter 32
Katie
He’s too hard to resist.
I want a taste of him, this man I’ve fallen for.
So in my yoga studio, I shimmy off my pants, shove down his shorts. My mouth waters when his cock says hello.
Oh yes. I have enjoyed every encounter with him, and it is so very good to touch him again.
To touch my man.
Because he feels that way—all mine.
I wrap a hand around his hard length, and he shudders. “Katie,” he moans, sounding desperate, sounding lost. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
And it’s all for me.
I’ve tried to take my time with him, to learn my lessons, to go slow. To do everything right.
Buthe’swhat feels right.
And he’s all I want. I want all of him naked against me.
“Take off your shirt,” I tell my guy.
