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‘Hart.’ I grab both her warm hands, tugging her towards me. ‘There is no one else for me. This is meant to be. We’re meant to be. If it takes a little longer to actually be together, that’s fine, but I am never letting you go again, or giving you a reason for us to be apart.’ I squeeze her hands to reiterate just how true my words are.

She squeezes mine back. ‘Okay.’

Instead of letting go completely, she pulls one hand away from mine and starts fingering the palm of my hands. I look at her questionably as she stares down at the patterns she’s making. Hearing her hum and lazily rub her fingers across my skin sends an excited shiver up my neck. Even though the touch is simple, it’s sensual at the same time, and it is making my cock swell beneath my jeans. I feel my breath become shallow the more she traces the grooves of my hand.

‘These hands,’ she murmurs out loud.

‘What about them?’ The octave of my voice lowers to bedroom level and sounds strangled.

‘They’re like magic. The way you create dream homes and use a pen on a paper. It’s mesmerising.’ When she was practically locked up in my home, she saw a few of the sketches I’d drawn for some upcoming homes. Littered among those was the properly scaled, detailed drawing of the home we’d created together all those years ago on a napkin. Without a doubt, she had to have noticed it was the one we designed together, but instead of commenting on it, she daintily swirled her finger around the outlines and moved on. ‘But when you touch my body with them, I feel like I’m a work of art under your hands. Like you make me come alive.’

Speechless and idiotic, I just blink at her. I hope like hell this is leading to a bit of public exhibitionism. My cock is well ahead of me, sticking up like a flag pole. Swallowing the pool of saliva and licking my dry lips, I finally find my voice. ‘They were always made for you, Hart. They’re incapable of staying away from perfection, and you, baby, are perfection.’ I watch avidly as she runs her delicate thumb in circles up one of my wrists, stroking the pulse point.

My mouth is open as if I’m waiting to catch flies with it, and I know I must have the most stupid look on my face, but I can’t help it when she’s taking control like this. It is such a juxtaposition of how she was in the past—which I need to reconcile with.

Goosebumps continue to prickle along my arm, hairs standing on end. ‘Linc?’ Her voice is silky and smooth, and I want to record it and listen to it over and over. Her gaze isn’t on my hands anymore, it’s on me. And I swear, I could mistake her for a siren right now with how she’s peeking up at me from beneath her long lashes in a sinful sultry and sexy manner.

‘Y-yeah?’ I stutter like a bumbling fool.

‘How long do I have to keep stroking you before you make a move? A very naked move?’

It takes less than a second for me to crash my lips against hers. Swallowing her giggle, we both end up in a low moan as my mouth eagerly covers hers. With our tongues tangled in frantic passion, I know it’s not nearly enough for both of us. As my hands bury in her hair, I take complete and utter control of the kiss, breaking away from her mouth, trailing wet, hot kisses down the side of her face and neck. Her gasps torment me as her hands find their way to the zipper of my jeans.

‘Linc…,’ she pants as she fumbles to slide it down. The console is a huge fucking barrier to what I want to do with her now, but my mind hasn’t made up whether or not I want her straddling me on the front seat, or have her flat on her back in the back.

‘What do you need, baby?’ I demand, biting down on her neck. ‘Tell me what you want me to do to your body. How do you want me to make you come?’ Finally, she releases my throbbing cock and I immediately moan at the contact of her hand on my bare skin. ‘Fuck.’ I feel her swipe the pre-cum leaking from my slit as she starts working her hand up and down.

‘I…I…I…need your cock inside me.’

Cupping the back of her neck, I roughly bring my mouth down firmly on hers again. Opening and accepting my desperate kiss, our teeth clash and lips are bitten. ‘Do you want my cock in your pussy or your ass, baby?’

‘Yes.’ It isn’t a response, but I can work with it.

‘Get in the back. Now,’ I growl. ‘I want you naked.’ She clumsily yet somehow gracefully crawls over the centre console and starts stripping to my command. I’m too big to do what she did, so I yank my door open and dive into the backseat, which she’s thoughtfully opened for me.

Is what we are doing risky at fuck in almost broad daylight? You bet it is, but I would gladly risk a criminal record just to be inside Amity.

‘Suck my cock. Choke on it, so it’s nice and wet for when I shove it up your cunt and ass.’ A horny cry escapes her lips.

On prayerful knees, she starts worshipping my dick. I thank Christ for two things in this moment: The fact that I moved the seat as far forward as possible, and Amity’s mouth. Her eyelids are heavy with lust as she stares up at me with reverence. Her lush lips are swollen and red, greedy and devouring. Her naked, heaving breasts are a temptation of their own, and I can’t help but pinch both sets of nipples, causing her to suction me harder. As she gobbles me, my hands fly to the back of her head, holding her down. I want to hear the gurgling sounds and have her saliva pool from the sides of her lips. I want to see her eyes water to the point that they leave track marks down her cheeks. I want to feel the breath being stolen from her lungs as it’s replaced with my cock. It’s only when she digs her hands into my knees, and her face is sufficiently pressed into my groin, that I let her come up for air. ‘Such a filthy slut for me, aren’t you.’ I stare at her in awe while she looks at me, dazed and nodding. I swipe my palm across her messy face, giving her a light slap across her cheek to let her know she’s done well. ‘Turn around and sit on me. Stuff my cock in your wet pussy, Hart.’

Again, she obeys like a submissive little slut, and it’s making my dick turn to steel.

‘Just like this?’ She grounds herself against my hard cock before slipping it inside her. We both moan and suck in a slow breath. ‘Oh. Right there,’ she moans as the last inch fits inside her. God, she’s heavenly. The feel of her walls squeezing me is nirvana. Pressing her back to my chest, I make sure she has no room to escape. One arm bands around her stomach, while my free hand fiddles with her clit.

Shit yeah. This is going to be good.

Chapter 35

Somewhere I Belong

Amity

Now this is a way to relax before a long-haul flight.

Linc grunts as he thrusts his cock deep inside me at a stabbing pace. With my legs spread, I welcome his driving speed. Sweat drips down my cleavage as my breasts bounce wildly, and I’m so slick, I don’t know how he isn’t sliding out of me. This. Right here. Sex with Linc feels life-transforming. Both our breaths come out short and sharp, and the noises I’m making are certainly not human. My sounds are wilder when he bites the pulse at my throat, licking up the sting from his teeth.

I reach behind me for purchase, trying to grab onto anything that will anchor me to him. I know he won’t let me fall, but I feel unsteady, the way he’s controlling how he is relentlessly fucking me.