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He folded his chest across my back until we were skin to skin, then I felt pressure as his cock drove back into me, and he began to fuck me hard.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

His grunts filled the room as he drilled deep into me over and over again. Then his grunts turned into groans as I reared my ass back to meet his pounding thrusts.

A finger hit my clit, and I cried out.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, lifting me up with him until I was on my knees. One arm hooked around his neck, pulling his lips to mine in a searing kiss.

His grunts filled my mouth while my whimpers filled his, and it all became too much. His hands covered my breasts, pinching and circling my nipples until the sensations he evoked began to build deep in my core.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips across my neck, and shivers wracked my body.

“Fuck me, Jamie. Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop fucking me.” My chant went on and on as I begged him to fuck me harder over and again. My skin felt as if it were on fire, and my pussy clenched around his cock, my climax building like a pressure cooker threatening to blow.

“You gotta get there, baby,” he grated out, his finger pressing harder on my clit. “Need you to come. You’re milking my cock so good I’m gonna blow.”

The stimulation was too much. With a loud wail, I arched my back as my climax hit. Every inch of my body pulsed, and my thighs shook, my pussy still contracting with aftershocks from the force of my orgasm.

Warmth spread through my stomach as his cum filled me, and his hard thrusts turned into soft strokes. Hendrix hummed with pleasure before pulling out, kissing my back, and lowering us back onto the bed, spooning me.

“Put your arm around my neck,” he ordered softly.

I raised a languid arm, guided it back, and curled my fingers around his nape.

His fingertips trailed lazily down the inside of my arm, and he kissed my neck from behind. “You’re amazing.”

A warm fuzzy feeling hit my stomach. “You too,” I breathed.

“Go to sleep, Anna. You’ve had a long day,” he muttered, pulling my comforter up to cover us.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the closeness, committing the warmth of his skin to my memory.

He’d been honest and laid it all out, and I couldn’t fault him for that. I knew who he was and who he wasn’t. Hendrix was beautifully complicated, and his vulnerability had somehow crept inside my soul and settled somewhere deep.

I didn’t want to think about what happened next. I just wanted to live in the here and now and enjoy what we had for as long as he gave it to me. I wanted to lay with him close, feel him all around me, and make the most of every second I had him.

So, I closed my eyes, cleared my mind, and just held on, smelling the musk of cologne on his skin and loving the safety of being wrapped up in his arms because, in my heart, I knew he wouldn’t be here when I woke up.

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I awoke with a start and immediately reached for him, but all I felt under my fingertips were cold sheets.

A wave of loss crashed through my chest, and my throat burned with tears at how empty I felt inside. Jesus, it had been one night, so how could it feel like something vital had been ripped away?

I would have waited for him to be ready if he’d asked. I’d already waited a lifetime for him, so another few months wouldn’t have hurt. All he had to do was open his mouth and say?—

“Anna,” a deep voice murmured from the shadows.

I froze.

“Come here, baby,” he rasped.

Slowly, my neck craned, and my heart stuttered when I saw Hendrix sitting back casually on my window seat, staring outside, wearing just his jeans.

“Sun’s comin’ up,” he said huskily. “Come see.”

I sat up and swung my legs over the side of my bed, pulling the sheet around me. Then, getting to my feet, I slowly made my way toward him with the end of the sheet trailing on the hardwood floor.

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