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But I don’t know what she wants or what she’ll think of me if I try to have her in the most basic way. It would mean so much to me, but we’re never on the same page anymore.

Hesitantly, I hook an arm around her hip and pull her closer, needing her skin on mine. Only my girl can make me so fucking hard this fast, and I nestle my cock between her thighs, her hips cradling me.

I’ve mentally reverted to the kid who first clumsily kissed a dripping wet Victory by our friend’s pool. I’m so terrified to do the wrong thing and ruin this moment that I just freeze so I can remember her face exactly like this, so open and eager, forever.

She cups my jaw, and I nuzzle into the welcome, tender contact. “I’ve got you,” she promises. “Do you still trust me?”

So much has happened between us, and lately, none of it is good. I should be the one asking her if she can ever trust me again.

With everything.

With my life.

With my heart.

With my past, present, and future.

I don’t realize I’ve spoken my thoughts aloud until surprise registers on her face, followed by a softness she hasn’t directed toward me in years. She’s looking at me like she loves me again.

“Let me take care of you,” she purrs.

My cock is iron, and my breathing is ragged while my brain tries to catch up to what’s happening.

She hates me.

I deserve her hatred.

“I don’t hate you, Cade,” she promises, kissing my eyelids.

I can’t keep track of what I’m saying and what I’m thinking, but maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe she’ll accept me no matter what I say. Maybe we’re finally going to be in tune with each other again.

Then her mouth is on mine, hesitant until muscle memory kicks in. And then we’re just Victory and Cade again, ensconced in a private bubble where, just for this moment, grief and sadness can’t penetrate.

We’re just together, exactly where we’re supposed to be.

It’s the sweetest relief I’ve ever felt.

The intensity of my hunger for this woman scares the hell out of me. My response to her kiss is frantic and needy, our teeth mashing together in my eagerness to get closer to her and consume her every thought.

I need her world to start and stop with me, with where I’m touching her, and with how I’m making her feel, even if only for right now.

Victory kisses the side of my neck and makes me groan, moving her soft lips to the hollow of my throat. She must be able to taste my heartbeat on my sweat-soaked skin.

Her touch soothes and comforts me, and I’m so grateful she’s taking control and being every fucking thing I’ve ever needed.

Victory pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips, pulling the T-shirt over her head. Her naked breasts make me gasp, my greedy fingers moving up her trembling stomach to cup them in my hands.

She still feels like mine, and I love every single thing about her.

Her body is firmer from her big city workout classes, but she’s still soft in all the places I love to touch. Victory fits against me like no one else ever will.

She leans down to rake her teeth up and down my neck before kissing my chest, my hands instantly tangling in her soft hair when she bites my pec.

Her hair has gotten longer, and the ends tantalize my sides as she works her mouth down my chest to tease my abs with the tip of her tongue.

I’m shaking like a leaf, and my cock is so hard it hurts. I want her to ride me to oblivion, and desire surges ruthlessly inside me.

Lifting my hips to help her pull my boxer briefs down, I’m taut with anticipation. Victory always loved sucking my cock and making me groan helplessly. She was just as eager to give pleasure as she was to take it.

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