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A visible shiver rolled through her and her face flushed. She grabbed the couch next to her to steady herself. “What’s going on with you?”

Her lips lifted into a smile, head tilted to the side. She was trying to figure out what was going on? I needed to sink my dick inside of her.

I took another step toward her and lowered my voice. “If you’re not up those stairs in five seconds, I’m hauling you over my shoulder and taking you there myself.”

“You’re being awfully bossy.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” She loved it. Every time I bossed her around in bed she shivered. More importantly, she listened.

Her bottom lip slid between her teeth and her head turned, looked back at the kitchen, and returned to me. “There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about first.”

“Later.” I reached for her then, was close enough to get my hands on her waist and she might have been tall, but she was slim, and I was strong. I bent, picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.

She immediately screamed my name and clung to my waist. “Jordan!”

I playfully bit her ass. “Later. If you’re awake enough to talk by the time I’m done with you.”

She laughed then, and it was beautiful, so playful. Despite my need to take her, I also wanted to show her exactly how much I loved her and how much I’d always loved her.

I carried her to her room, the same small room with the same small full-sized bed she’d always had. I didn’t blame her for not taking Tillie’s room when she came back, but sleeping here was a pain in the butt. When I was at the foot of the bed, I bent over, laid her gently on the bed.

She was wearing short, frayed denim cut-off shorts. A simple black top that kept falling off one of her shoulders all night. More than once I’d felt that beautiful shiver skim across her skin when I’d brush my finger at her shoulder to fix it. And despite the urge to screw her into next Tuesday, I still forced myself to slow down.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whispered. My hands were at her knees and I brushed them up her thighs, back down, unable to take my gaze off her heavy-lidded eyes as she watched me.

Her tongue peeked out and she licked her bottom lip. “So are you.”

I laughed softly, pulled my gaze down her body, memorized every curve and dip of her breasts, her stomach, her waist, even her toned thighs that flexed and showed cute muscles down their length. I couldn’t wait anymore. I reached up, unbuttoned her shorts and slowly pulled them down her legs. Then her black satin thong beneath. Crawling up the bed, I ripped off my shirt and flung it to the floor and I bent, kissed her legs, her stomach as I pushed her shirt up. My mouth settled on one of her breasts and I bit her nipple through the thin satin until she arched and pressed against me.

My hands were already at my own shorts, unbuttoning, shoving them down with my boxer briefs. Before I got them too low, I grabbed my wallet, pulled out a condom, and threw everything else to the floor.

I was naked, straddling her, and she wiggled and reached for the hem of her shirt pressed above her breasts. “Get this off me,” she said. Desire thickened her voice, spurring me on.

I did what she asked, and we were naked, skin-to-skin, hearts almost beating in tandem against our chests.

Cupping her cheek, I pressed my lips to hers before pulling back and ripping the condom wrapper with my teeth.

“I love you,” I groaned, running the condom down my length. My balls were already pulled tight. My dick hard as fuck. “Let me show you how much.”

A wicked gleam hit her eyes at the same time her lips lifted. Her legs spread wide, knees bent and she wiggled her finger in a come hither gesture. “Show me what you got,” she teased, smiling, happy…exactly how I wanted her to always be.

Then I spent the rest of the night showing her with my body, my hands, my cock, and my mouth exactly how much I wanted her, how much I loved her. By the time we were done, cleaned up, sated and exhausted, we’d used the four condoms I’d brought. I couldn’t think of a single thing other than the fact that when Destiny snored after a night of hot sex, slow sex, better than anything in life sex, she was cute as hell.

“Hey,” I whispered, brushing my lips over my cheeks. She’d fallen asleep in my arms almost immediately, but as I was about to follow her, I remembered she wanted to tell me something. “Did you want to talk?”

“’Morrow,” she mumbled and snuggled in deeper. “Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I kissed her cheek again and tightened my arms around her. I was sweaty from all the sex and with her naked body against mine, I felt like I’d jumped into a furnace, but I didn’t push her away. Somehow, we were doing the impossible and moving on from lies and horrific decisions. I never wanted her out of my arms again.

She was beautiful,resting on her side facing me. Hands pressed together beneath her cheek with the faint hint of a smile on her lips. A part of me wanted to roll her to her back, spread her thighs, slide my lips across the creamy, silken expanse of her stomach and hips until I reached the sweet spot I feasted on last night.

Destiny had grown in the decade we were apart. Not just in age, but in wisdom and strength and with a freeing, wild side to her, I caught myself wondering, had we stayed together, would she have changed into this fiery, self-assured woman she’d become?

Or would she have stayed the wallflower, content to be at my back while I fought our battles for both of us? It would have been a task I would have happily taken on, but for the first time, I truly understood why she’d left. She’d left knowing she needed to become this woman. She’d left knowing that while that life we would have had was enough for me, she was the one who would have suffered.

It was still selfish. It was still thewrongdecision.

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