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My hips pull back, then snap forward. We both stifle our cries. Again. Again. So many times a pleasure-fueled haze settles over my brain. This is the hottest, dirtiest sex I’ve ever had. Most of our clothes are still on, and we’re outside, the cool breeze running over our heated skin as our bodies slide and rut together.

Somehow, I drag myself out of that haze of blinding lust and lean over her. I kiss her bare shoulder where the strap of her dress has fallen down. Then I pull out of her. She looks back over her shoulder, frowning. “Danny?”

“Come here. I want to see your face.”

Lark turns around. I sit back on my heels and tug my jeans down even further. My dick is hard and slick and ready, jutting upward from my crotch. She straddles me and lowers herself down. My shaft slides into her again, the skirt of her dress pooling around us. Then she’s sitting in my lap in the most intimate of embraces, and I wrap my arms tight around her.

“Right where you belong,” I murmur.

She holds my face as we gaze into each other’s eyes. Exchange unhurried, messy kisses.

I move her up and down on my cock as we rock our hips together. Our movements are small and gentle, nothing like the wild thrusting of a few minutes ago. I fucked her hard last night too, and it was incredible, but this is exactly what we need. This beautiful moment, sharing pleasure and showing her tenderness.

I’m so gone for this girl. I just want her to have everything. To give her everything.

Pleasure coils at the base of my spine and in my balls. “I’m close,” I say. “Do you think you can get there again?”

“Yes. When you come in me.”

Ughn. That’s all the encouragement I need. I cinch my arms around her waist, bucking my hips upward. My cock pulses, erupting deep inside of her as starbursts go off behind my eyes, and Lark presses her face to my neck, shivering and riding me through her second orgasm.

For as long as I can, I hold her there as a breeze ruffles the willow branches. My legs are getting tingly from being on the hard ground, but I don’t want to move from this spot.

I want to freeze the present moment with Lark, as if nothing else exists but us. As if there’s no danger or heartache waiting beyond our door.

28

For the next week, I feel like I’m living someone else’s life. Someone else’s blissful, buoyant, oversexed life.

Some things stay exactly the same. Like spending time doing crosswords and online shopping with Nina, and holding her hand when she doesn’t feel well. Or working on the ’71 Charger with Danny. But then, Danny will walk into the room or glance over at me withthat lookin his eyes, and suddenly we’re sneaking away and tearing off each other’s clothes. In his room, my room, the hall bathroom. On top of the washing machine in the laundry room. And underneath the willow tree again, because that was insanely hot.

One afternoon, Danny takes me from behind while I’m bent over the red Charger’s hood. The garage smells like cars and sex afterward, and I wish I could bottle it up and give it to Danny to wear as cologne. But that would probably make me even more insatiable for him than I already am.

I figure Nina realizes what we’re up to with all the smirks she’s giving us. But I’m thankful she doesn’t comment on it directly. I’m bold about plenty of things, but whenever I think about Danny and me, my face burns red like a girl about to be kissed for the first time. He makes me…glow.

At night, we slow things down and savor each other. One of my favorite things is kissing down Danny’s smooth pecs and stomach to his happy trail. Then I keep going, kissing and nuzzling the base of his cock. I love watching him get hard for me. Then I take his crown into my mouth and nurse the tip while he gets closer and closer to losing control. Finally, I take him all the way into my mouth and hollow my cheeks and suck, my tongue licking up and down the vein underneath, until he comes in thick, hot spurts, panting and groaning.

And I love it when he sucks hickeys onto my skin. My thighs, my hips, under my breasts. Leaving his mark. Not where anyone else can see them, but just for us. No matter what,I know. I can’t describe how good it feels to belong to someone and know that he belongs to me.

I still know so little about my past life, but is it possible I’ve ever been this happy? This at peace and content with each day as it passes? This is our little world, and it’s enough for me. Being with Nina, seeing friends like Quinn or Matteo and Angela when they stop by.

And Danny. He’s everything.

As far as the great bigeverything elsethat I’m supposed to figure out—finding Travis, my past, my future—we haven’t found any more clues yet, so I’m putting it off. Danny thinks I don’t notice the way he watches the cameras and patrols the house and grounds like a bodyguard. But I do. There’s been no sign of whoever left that note on Danny’s car, and we haven’t tracked down any leads on Travis. But it still feels like danger is waiting right outside the door. Looking for a way in.

Do you still think you can run from me?

Whenever I recall those words, a thread of horror winds its way down my spine. Nina’s illness is a different kind of threat, and it’s ever-present. Something’s going to happen. I know this perfect interlude has to end.

But that just makes me want to enjoy it for as long as it will last.

One morning, I wake up next to Danny in his bed. His arm is draped over me, and I’m snuggled up against him, my back to his chest. We’re both naked. I used to sleep in T-shirts, but there’s not much point with Danny. We always end up skin to skin, though Danny keeps a pair of sweats handy in case Nina needs anything in the night.

Danny kisses my neck. “Morning, beautiful.”

As usual, my hair is a crazy mess. I smooth it down and try to get it under control. “It is, isn’t it?”

“I remember when you used to be full of eye rolls and sarcasm.”

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