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Raising her other arm to the first, I pin them above head and roll, propping myself on my elbow above her. “I love your optimism.”

Letting myself get lost in the soft recesses of her hungry mouth, her heel works its way behind my thigh, curling to prod me.

“What else?” she pants as I work my way to the supple pulse below her jaw.

Its rapid flare races against my kiss before my teeth give it a gentle nip. “What do you mean?” I murmur to the shell of her ear.

“What else do you love about me?” She tugs one of her arms free to dig her fingers into my hair.

“Mmm, that you’re the strongest woman I know.” Licking and biting my way down her throat, I taste my way across the long curve of her delicate collarbone. “That you would take on the wild weather of the mountains of Montana to find me.”

She twitches with a giggle when my whiskers tickle over the inside of her elbow. “Maybe it was fate?”

My head shakes, meeting her heady gaze. “The first time, probably? Not the second. That was all you. You’re incredible, April.”

Fuck, I can feel the lump in my throat at the realization I was so close to losing this.

Closing my lips over the silky bud of her breast, my cock twitches when she arches against me.

I want to give her the one thing she asked for, to repaint her memories.

And mine, too.

It’s time to make new ones, not as if it’s going to be the last, but the first of many more.

A lifetime’s worth.

Chapter 30

April

“Ford, I’d find you every time.” My thighs tighten around his waist so I can lift myself high enough to meet his lips.

I love how he kisses me, as if the spin of the earth has paused and he’s only living in that very moment.

My chest aches with the swell of emotions. How can I feel this intensely for him? Is it like Mason said, knowing from the very second Ford and I met?

I never believed it before, but I do now.

The empty longing of the last two days of not being with him has rattled me.

It showed me the truth.

And nearly losing him…that’s a pain I hope to never experience again.

But it’s fading with every touch of his lips, every nip of his teeth as he licks and nibbles his way down my body.

My nerve endings are on fire, begging for his mouth, his palm, the burn of his whiskers.

All there is, is him.

There’s no memories of anything else. The past I thought I’d never forget disappears inch by inch under his tender strokes.

When his tongue reaches the seam of my yearning pussy, the very poles of the planet shift.

“Ever since I snuck a taste, I’ve been craving more.” His words vibrate against me. “You’re like a drug, April. I tried so damn hard to fight it, because I knew once I gave in, I’d never want to quit you.”

With a long, slow lick, he savors me like a sweet dessert. “I’m addicted now,” he groans, sending another spark of heat through me.

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