Page 143 of Imperfect Player

Two months without sex. It was rough. Two months without her, though, was a lot fucking harder.

I’m like a starving man finally getting his fix, and it’s better than any damn thing in the world.

After all that I’ve put her through, I’ll be damned if I deny her anything. Especially not when it’s something I want more than my next breath.

My hands frame her face as I deepen the kiss. She moans softly as our tongues dance together.

“I need you. Now.”

She murmurs the words between frenzied kisses.

“You?” I tease. “Do you have any fucking idea how deprived I am? How I—”

Her fingers run over my cock.

“I think I have an idea,” she says.

As much as I want this, my mind can’t seem to keep other thoughts from running through my head.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine,” I say as her lips press to my neck.

My arms wrap around her body and feel every inch of her that I’ve been missing these past few months.

“I fucked up. I should never have pushed you away. I . . . ”

She presses one last kiss to my neck before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.

“Prove it.”

“I will. Every day. I—”

“Now, Ethan. Prove it to me now. I don’t need the words. Show me.”

Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to my bedroom.

She’s the only woman that’s ever been in that bed, in my home, in my life for anything besides sex. Hell, the only damn person.

There’s no finesse. Nothing sexy. It’s just us.

I pull the zipper down her dress, my eyes watching intently as it falls to the ground in a pool at her feet.

She’s not wearing a bra. No panties.

Bare.

Naked.

Mine.

“You’re going to be the death of me, sunshine,” I murmur into her hair, my body pressed against hers.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she tells me. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”

I chuckle. “Oh, and when will that be?”

“Never, Ethan. I could never be done with you.”

Words I wanted to hear—needed to more than I realized.

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