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“Lover.” He breached the space between us and took my hand. “Thena, I know there’s a lot we need to sort out. I know it’ll take time for you to trust me again, but if you give me another chance, I swear I’ll work hard to become a better version of myself, the one you deserve. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted in my life. There’s never been anyone but you.”

Chapter Sixteen

Dash

Tears glistened over Thena’s cheeks. She stared at me with wide eyes. Her lips slack, she took small breaths through her mouth. For a moment, I wondered if I’d moved too soon and fast. Had I fucked-up again?

I cleared my throat. “Thena?”

A swish of red came at me as she closed the distance between us. Lithe as a feline, she threw her skirts out of the way and straddled my lap. Then she was in my arms and her mouth claimed mine, inflicting a desperate kiss on me, one that my also desperate heart welcomed with everything I had.

“Are you sure?” she asked, crying and smiling at the same time.

“I’m sure.” I returned her kisses, holding her tightly against me, brushing my hands over her back, feeling her body beneath the silky fabric.

Just then,Lady in Redcame over the speaker. For an instant, we locked eyes.

“Micah?” Beneath her raised eyebrows, her eyes danced.

“Apparently, the blockhead is now officially into romantic playlists.” I planted another kiss on her lips. “Forget the clown, even if the song says everything I wish I’d said to you earlier. I can’t live another minute without you.”

Wiping her tears, Thena took my mouth, raked her fingers through my hair, and pressed our faces together. Her passion shot through me. The more she kissed me, the more I kissed her. The more I kissed her, the less she cried.

There were more words to be said, more conversations to be had, but not now. The extraordinary passion that had always existed between us took over, roping our bodies together intoone pleasure-seeking entity.

I mumbled against her mouth. “I want you.”

“Yes.”

Desperate to find redemption in her arms, I needed to give her pleasure, the only way I knew to offer her comfort. I couldn’t stop my hands from stroking her, from searching for more of her bare skin. I reached back, unzipped the top of her dress, and pulled it down. Her breasts spilled out of the red fabric, a gift for my eyes.

I cupped her glorious flesh and kissed her nipples, before I sucked on one of her taut buds, then the other. She tasted so good, like vanilla pudding topped with a swirl of toasted meringue. She arched her neck, sending more of her delicious flesh to fill my mouth. At the same time, I rummaged beneath the skirts, appropriating the halves of her ass and pressing her down on my erection.

Trapped in my pants, my dick strained as if trying to burst through the zipper. The feel of her bare thighs against my lap was almost too much to stand. Rocking her hips, she rubbed her pussy over my erection, driving me insane.

Dipping my hand, I followed the thin strip of her thong and pulled it aside. The heat in the space between her legs nearly scalded my hand. My fingers were drenched with her juices. Her entire body moved in a frenzied dance that could’ve made me come right this minute.

I clenched my jaw. Next time I came, I was going to be inside of her.

My pledge proved difficult to keep when she undid my bow tie and my top three buttons. She slid her hand inside my shirt. Her fingers glided over my skin and brushed over the pricks of my nipples, back and forth, up and down. I swallowed a groan. This woman had the power to undo me with her touch.

She withdrew her fingers from my shirt and slowly slidher hand over my chest, down my stomach, and further down, where it paused at the crux of my legs. Rubbing her fingers over my pants, she traced my shaft’s outline. I saw flashes of red, the best, most gorgeous kind of red.

Her intimate touch and the tease of her tongue in my mouth almost drove me to distraction. I heard, more than saw, the whirr of my zipper. She broke our kiss and drew back to put a few inches between our faces. Her wide-set eyes smiled even before her mouth curved up into the wicked grin I remembered so well.

She didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to. She kept me trapped in her gaze as she dug into my pants, found the slit in my boxers, and pulled out my dick, liberating it from confinement. Her fingers wrapped around me. I gasped and shut my eyes briefly. How I’d missed this, her, illuminating my darkness with her spark.

She lifted her hand to her mouth and moistened her palm with her saliva. My need sizzled. She returned her fingers to my needy cock. I groaned when her wet fingers wrapped around my girth. She slowly pumped my dick in her hand, gliding her fingers over my flesh, riding the momentum of her slick lube. I groaned through clenched teeth, bucked in her hold, and almost came from the pleasure.

“Easy now, cowboy.” Her well-kissed lips widened into a smile that split her face. “I haven’t gotten on your horse yet.”

“Get on it,” I rasped, palming her ass, pressing her closer, unable to resist the delight of her touch. “Get on it, right now.”

“From now on, is it mine?” she asked, a question that sounded naughty and playful, but also revealed a need for reassurance.

“It’s yours, all right,” I assured her, prepared to do so for the rest of my life, if necessary, until all her doubts were wiped from her mind. One day I was really gonna have to explain to herhow truly hers I was.

For now, I reached up, caught her mouth, and kissed her deep and hard before I whispered, “I swear to you that it’s yours, and so am I.”

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