Page 33 of Where You Belong

“I don’t want to think about the past, the future, or what could happen if this were to go wrong. I don’t want to think about anything. I want to forget it all and just feel your hands on my body. Can we do that? Even if it’s for one night.”

I know what she’s asking for, and as much as I wish our first time together were different, I understand what she needs right now.

The thoughts swirling through my mind leave me quiet, and she must misread my response, shaking her head and moving to step away again.

“Please stop walking away from me.”

She doesn’t say anything but doesn’t move any farther, either.

“I told you I wasn’t leaving. If you need me to take care of you and pleasure you in ways your body hasn’t even begun to imagine, I will. I’ll give you that and so much more. There won’t be an inch of your body left untouched. You’ll ache for it as much as I do, and there’s no doubt you’ll come back for more.”

Her eyes flutter, a haze of desire glossing over them. A grin curves the edge of her mouth, sucking in a deep breath.

I grip her arm softly and turn her to face me. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I cup her chin. When I dip down to press a soft kiss against her lips, it starts out slow and full of passion. Her fingers skate over my chest, gliding them up to wrap around my neck, her nails dragging over my skin.

I pull back and nip at her lower lip, capturing it between my teeth. She lets out a deep moan mixed with the muffled sound of my name.

The throaty sound unleashes something deep inside me. I grip her hips in my hand, once again lifting her. This time, she moves her legs to wrap around my waist.

I cross the dining room and down the hall. I pull back, trying to watch where I’m going. Her lips skate over my heated skin, nipping along my neck as she goes.

“Which door?” I whisper, but it comes out more like a growl.

She grinds against me, and I dig my fingers into her ass, trying to hold her still. I’m trying to keep it down, not wanting to wake Huxton. I’m not ready to stop now.

“Last door on the right.”

I race down the hall, using my elbow to push the door open and shut behind us before crossing the room to drop her on the foot of the bed.

She giggles as she falls back, her sweater falling open, exposing the matching red silk tank top underneath.She’s not wearing a bra, and the outline of her nipples peek through the thin material. My eyes zero in on the taut flesh, and she moans, appreciating how my eyes eat her up.

“My God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Blush highlights her cheeks, matching the color of her top. I crave watching all the ways her body comes alive for me.

That ex-husband of hers didn’t know what the hell he had in a woman like this. She’s rare and so fuckin’ beautiful.

She stands, shrugging off her cardigan, and drops it on the floor next to her. She reaches for the hem of her top when I stop her.

“Let me.” I cover my hand with hers, raising the material over her head.

The rose color of her cheeks matches the soft bud of her nipples. If I thought I was hard before, I’m practically coming out of my pants now.

She fidgets, holding off the urge to cover herself up, but she doesn’t. With the soft glow from the lamp on her nightstand, I have enough lighting to enjoy taking in every inch of her body.

Her skin is smooth, my fingers skating over her curves as I kneel before her, slipping off her shorts next. I glance up at her, and she grips my face in her hands, pressing a kiss against my lips.

When she releases my mouth, I brush my lips over the faint marks on her stomach. I suspect they’re from when she carried Huxton.

“Corbin,” she murmurs, raking her fingers through my hair. I tilt my head back to look her in the eyes.

“You’re beautiful. Every single inch.”

Chapter Thirteen

Haelynn

Corbin dips his fingers into my waistband, tugging the material over my hips, letting it drop to the floor. When he spots my lace underwear, he quirks his eyebrow and asks, “Did you wear these for me?”

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