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My eyes burn with emotion. I can’t believe he said that to her. I need to see him. I need to see himnow. It’s hard to sit still. Why doesn’t Maren drive faster? She can’t tell me howresolutelyhe loves me, and then drive five miles under the speed limit.

I’m dying!

My heart flips like an acrobat when Maren pulls into the driveway behind Will’s Bronco.

Will steps onto the porch first, with Fitz behind him, while Maren opens the back. I reach for my suitcase, shaking uncontrollably.

She glances over at me. “Oh my god,” she whispers, pressing her hand to her chest. “You’re so excited to see him that you’re shaking.”

I grip the suitcase. “I am not.”

Maren laughs. “I love this so much.”

“There’s our girl. All in one piece, just like we like her.” Will holds out his arms as soon as I turn.

I hug him. “Missed you so much.”

“Gah! I knew it. I knew it was me who you missed.”

Maren laughs.

Will releases me and turns. “Oh, this is Calvin. Our soon-to-be ex-roommate because he breaks the rules.”

Fitz eyes me with complete mischief, hands tucked into the front pockets of his charcoal cargo pants. “Jaymes,” he says, and his husky voice is so seductive. Or maybe I’m just needing him in a bad way. It’s only been five weeks, but that’s an eternity without Fitz.

I take several steps and throw myself into his arms.

“Oof!” He chuckles.

“Jesus, I thought you two would play it cool for a bit,” Will grumbles.

“How soon can you be inside me?” I murmur in Fitz’s ear.

He grabs my legs and lifts me off the ground, guiding them around his waist. “Later,” he says to Will and Maren, carrying me around the house to the backyard.

I kiss his neck, nibble his ear, and slide my cheek against his scruffy face. As soon as the shed door closes behind us, he kisses me with so much passion it makes me dizzy. Between kisses, our clothes scatter in a mess on the floor.

When I’m down to just my panties, I kiss his chest and unbutton his pants. “I’ve missed you ... missed this,” I murmur over his abs.

Before I can slide his pants down his legs, he guides me back, crawling over my body, kissing me, and palming my breast. His hand then slides down my stomach, dipping into the front of my panties.

I grab his face. “Don’t make me wait.” My words are breathy and impatient.

Fitz grins. “Wait for what?” He kisses his way down my body, kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed while peeling off my panties.

“I n-need you.” I try to sit up, desperate to pull him on top of me.

Instead, he rests his hands on my knees, spreading my legs and dipping his head between them.

“Oh god.” I flop back onto the bed, one hand finding his hair, my other claiming a fistful of sheets at my side.

Something between a hum and a moan escapes him while he licks and sucks me intimately with complete abandon and unhinged seduction.

I want this, but I want him inside me when it happens. My need for him to fill me outweighs my need for a release.

I moan. Yes, amoan. Who am I kidding? He’s always made me moan.

My body wriggles and twists to get him to stop because I haven’t felt this level of hunger from him, and it’s unraveling me too quickly. “C-Calvin Fitzgerald?”

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