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My head falls against the wall. “Oh. It’s too much.”

He puts his lips to my shoulder and sucks. “I want all of you.”

Getting used to the sensation of being full everywhere, he presses his groin into my clit with every thrust and I hang on for dear life. This could wreck me. My voice is ragged and shallow when I answer, “That’s why I came. To be here—for you.”

“I hate that you did,” he breathes into the side of my head, thrusting and fingering me with no sort of rhythm whatsoever. This is out of control, carnal, and so very raw. “I hate that I need you. Not like that.”

The skin on my back is burning against the wall, but it’s nothing compared to the heat he’s creating between my legs. He thrusts harder and deeper, relentless and unyielding until it comes over me. An orgasm that’s strangling and leaves me gasping for air but begging for it to never end. His finger presses deeper and his cock plunges harder until a groan vibrates through his chest and into me.

We stop, our lungs begging for relief as I cling to him, still filled everywhere by everything Eli. He rests his head on the wall next to mine, spent and exhausted—mentally and physically.

“You can’t do it,” he utters under his breath. “What you did today. It’s too much.”

I know what he’s talking about and he’s wrong. If I built his parents a house and hired twenty-four-hour care for his father, it wouldn’t be enough. “You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t do.”

He sighs—resigned and just as stoic as he was when he got here—as he slips his finger out of me. “Did I hurt you?”

I squeeze him tighter with my arms and legs. “Not as much as you did earlier today.”

He presses his semi hard-on into me one more time and mutters, “Fuck. You know how to break a man.”

I put my lips to his jaw. “Come to bed. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

He doesn’t let me down. He picks his head up and his heavy eyes gaze into mine, broken and stoic. “How did you find me?”

I shrug and sort of shake my head. “The phone book.”

His brow puckers. “The phone book?”

“Yeah. The one on the internet. Whatever it’s called—the white pages. It was easy, you mentioned your dad’s name once. I’m not tracking you or anything creepy like that.”

He wraps me up and pulls me away from the wall. “Only freaks do shit like that.”

When he lays me down, him coming with me, the cool sheets are a relief to my abused back, and I agree. “Freaks with big egos.”

We’re still connected when he kisses me, the whiskey lingering on his breath. “You really shouldn’t put up with assholes.”

“I’m willing to overlook a lot for the people I care about, Eli. Just don’t push me too far.”

He stills at my words before he closes his eyes. Then he rolls, taking me with him—no, crushing me to him.

This is how we lie—him fully dressed—besides his cock—with his legs hanging off the bed from the knees down. Me, naked, straddling him with my legs by his sides, and leaking out from where he came inside me.

Now, I realize it.

This is what it looks like for two people to need each other with a desperation so deep, it hurts.

Chapter 27

Adrenaline

Eli

“Do you want salami or turkey?” Jen asks my dad.

He tips his head, wondering how to answer and my mom intervenes. “You like salami, don’t you, honey?”

He nods. “I guess.”

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