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Zoe

WorthIt

After my conversationwith Belle I did what any good writer does—I spent the next two days writing down what I wantedtosay.

It was, shall we say,adisaster.

I cried. I stared at walls. I really hated a lot of things I felt. But in the end I had the story down, a small list, and a couple of heartfeltlines.

And now I was sitting up waiting for him to get home. Well, to my home. Neither one of us wanted to wait until tomorrow even if he was coming in late andexhausted.

“Good night, Erik. Sleep tight,” I heard Roman coo just before the heavy footfalls of two tired people headedupstairs.

I pulled my feet and my winecloser.

Then he stepped inside my open door and I was completely floored by the reality that he was even hotter than Iremembered.

“Heybeautiful.”

“Hellohandsome.”

The air buzzed like I seemed to remember it buzzing last week, but somehow heavier and hotter. He shut the door, setting his bag against the wall. “You’re still real,” he said, notmoving.

“Did you think you mademeup?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “A little. Even when Roman said to follow him home and he’d let me in, I thought for sure he wasjoking.”

My goodness, could he be any cuter? Or any further away? I slid out of bed, setting my wine down on the nightstand before I crossed the room. “I think I missed you.” It was very scary toadmitthat.

“IknowI missed you.” He tugged me against him and I gasped as his arms came around me. “Yeah, that’s how I remember it. You take my breath away too.” And then he kissed me soft and slow onthelips.

The floor seemed to disappear. I thought it was an effect of the kiss—and maybe it was that too—but I was also literally off the ground as Erik picked me up. “What are you doing?” I whispered against hissoftlips.

“Getting you closer. You’re never closeenough.”

I felt the same way. So I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Let’s get these clothes out of thewaythen.”

“Yeah?” He sounded unsure. Maybe he thought we might need somereentrytime?

But I’d just spent three days alone with my thoughts. I needed to feelsomethingmore.

I wanted tofeelErik.

He walked me to the bed. I untangled from his waist and stood. Stripping slowly, our kisses melded into more. Hands, tongues, needs, wants, all frantic until we were moving together, him inside me, and it still wasn’tenough.

“More,” I gasped. “Faster.”

“If I go any faster this will be over, and I’m not ready for it to be over.” He flipped us again, using that move I still couldn’tfigureout.

“This is not closer,” I muttered as he nudged my shoulders until I was nearlysittingup.

“It will be in a second. Patience grasshopper.” Then he palmed mybreasts.

I hissed, throwing my head back and closing my eyes so I could get lost in thesensations.

He cocked his hips up, kneaded my breasts, rolled my nipples. I ground against him, not really thinking about anything, just moving oninstinct.

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