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“I’m embarrassed for another reason now,” he mumbled, resting his forehead against hers.

“I think it’s pretty fucking sexy when someone is so attune with their emotions that they let go.”

He nodded slowly, hands sliding down her body. He was a crier by nature—every therapy session when he was in rehab, the first few sessions after he got out, Super Bowl commercials, rom-coms—but he’d never cried during sex and never with someone he loved.

“I take that back, then.”

She stretched up to kiss him and he slid a hand to her ass, pulling her flush against him as their lips parted. Licking into her mouth, he twisted her wet hair around his hand and tugged her head back. The kiss broke on a gasp and he swiped his tongue along her jawline, then down to her exposed neck. Her hands gripped him harder, nails definitely leaving a mark as he kissed along the soft taut skin. The hickey he’d left earlier was starting to appear and he smiled, a weird sense of pride at knowing he’d really marked her. But that didn’t stop him from sucking on her throat a little lower.

Even if nobody saw the marks, he would. He’d remember how he made her his.

She whimpered, rubbing herself against him and Oakley groaned. He was hard again and all he had to do was hitch one leg up to bury himself deep inside her. That evening had been a revelation, but that didn’t mean they were ready to jump into more. Even if they rubbed up against each other, he worried that they would do something in the heat of the moment. The last thing he wanted was to see fear in Clementine’s eyes again.

Her hands slid over his wet torso, slowly and torturously. “Tonight was great.”

“Every day with you is the best. My favorite kind of treat,” he mumbled and then covered her mouth with his again. She pinched his stomach and he pulled away with a chuckle. “Violent treat.”

She snorted and stepped out of his arms, squeezing out her hair. He watched as water clung to all his favorite parts of her—nipples, stomach rolls and the dip between her thighs. He turned off the water and followed her out of the shower, both of them taking their time to dry themselves off. Once she was done, she walked out of the bathroom, but he stayed and stared at himself in the mirror for a minute. His eyes were clearer than usual and he could see the lightness in his shoulders. Shaking his head, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out to find Clementine in one of his shirts.

She turned to him and stretched her arms out. “What do you think?”

“Too big,” he responded, smiling at the heather gray shirt that fell mid-thigh, clinging to her damp skin. “I’ve got smaller ones in there.”

She rolled her eyes and twisted her damp hair into a bun on top of her head. With her arms raised, his gaze trailed over her bare legs and he smiled when he saw the shadow of her pussy.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she told him, wagging a finger. “I’m going to raid your fridge and you’re going to put on clothes so we can eat, because I’mstarving.”

“Me too, baby. Me too,” he mumbled, eyes still moving all over her. God, she was the best thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Another eye roll and she was walking out of the bedroom, leaving him there smiling like an idiot.

CHAPTER 23

APRIL

Oakley

I was thinking of cooking tonight.

Clementine

Good, I was getting tired of feeding you

Oakley

Liar.

You love feeding me.

Clementine

I want to be fed instead.

Maybe fed something other than food?

Oakley

Don’t go starting something you can’t finish.

Clementine

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