Page 110 of Undeniable

He shook his head. “I’ll still have to rejoin the team, but this means that when I’m home during the week, we can be together. And once the tour ends, I can ask for a more local assignment.”

“That’s amazing,” I said, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he wouldn’t be leaving. No more cross-country travel and late-night phone calls. We’d get to be together—all the time. “And crazy.”

“Maybe.” He grinned, pulling me closer. His erection dug into my belly, and heat pooled deep within. “But so is falling in love with someone sight unseen.”

I laughed. “True.”

I was so overwhelmed, I could scarcely speak. Especially as he continued to kiss his way down my body, his lips skating over my skin. All thoughts turned to mush as we rocked on our float, every sense heightened. All I could think was that I wanted him, and I didn’t care about anything else.

“I still can’t believe it.” I smiled. I ran my hands over his shoulders, down the planes of his chest. I couldn’t stop touching him. It had been impossible before, but especially now that I knew he was staying for good. And that even when he left, he’d come home—to me.

“You better believe it.” He flashed me a mischievous grin. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“And you’re stuck with me. And Luna,” I tacked on.

“Oh, Luna? She’s the real reason I requested the transfer.”

“Really?” I asked as he slid his hand up my thigh, nearing my center. “I thought you were more interested in a different pussy.”

His gaze darkened, his eyes flitting between my lips, my breasts, my hips. It was as if he couldn’t decide which was his favorite. I understood the feeling—his chest was magnificent, as if it were chiseled from marble. Then there were his shoulders, those muscular arms and powerful legs. I loved everything about him.

I loved that he was gentle and passionate. I loved that he was caring and funny. And he always seemed to understand exactly what I needed.

A chuckle rumbled from his lips. “You’re right. As much as I love Luna…” He pressed his lips to mine. A promise. “I love you even more.”

“Want to go upstairs?” I asked.

“Fuck yes.” He paddled us over to the edge of the pool then waited for me to climb out before disembarking himself.

He chased me up the stairs to my room, and we raced to undress each other. Our movements were frantic and passionate, desperate. I couldn’t stop touching him, kissing him.

“Get on the bed,” he rasped, nudging me toward it with a ravenous look in his eye.

I crawled back on my elbows, and he pumped his cock while he looked at me. Watched me. I crooked my finger, beckoning him closer. Enough looking. I wanted to touch. I’d seen him on FaceTime daily; I needed the feel of his skin beneath mine.

He braced himself over me, kissing me gently while he teased my clit with his fingers. “Hi.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Needing him inside me.Now.

We’d stopped using condoms months ago since I was on birth control. Maybe one day we’d have children—I knew Connor would be an amazing father, despite his concerns. But for now, we were content to enjoy each other.

“Hi,” I exhaled as he slid inside me, filling me, stretching me. I sighed with contentment.

“Fuck, Goody. I can’t believe I get to wake up to this every morning.” He thrust his hips, ducking his head to suck a nipple into his mouth.

I held on tight, watching where our bodies connected. The air was filled with the sounds of our breaths—relief mingling with ecstasy. He was staying, and he was mine.

“Sex or me?” I teased, already feeling more relaxed.

“Both,” he gasped, burying himself to the hilt and pulling out again. “But you do realize we’re going to have to find somewhere else to live, right?”

“What?” I bit back a smile. “Why? You don’t want to live with my dad?”

“He doesn’t look at me like he wants to kill me anymore. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“But it would give you both a chance to get to know each other.” I was totally messing with him.

“Pretty sure he doesn’t want to hear me defiling his daughter every night.”

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