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“Fuck, Marlow…I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I knew you would taste good, but fuck….such a sweet little pussy…”

His mouth is back on me in between his growls of praise. For the first time in my life, I know this is a battle my brain is destined to lose. Ryan won’t allow it to win. He makes my body climb higher and higher until there’s no place left to go but tumbling straight down off the cliff.

“Marlow….” His voice is a warning this time.

He knows I’m pulling myself back, fighting to keep from going off the edge.

A growl vibrates through me. Another threat.

Come right now or else, it says.

Or else he’ll keep going forever. I can tell by the way he’s lapping me up that he’d gladly do it for an eternity. But we don’t have forever; we only have tonight.

When his fingers expertly stroke the sensitive little spot deep inside me, I know that all my efforts to hold on were in vain. I tumble off the cliff, weightless and gasping for him.

“That’s my girl,” he growls as I pant beneath him.

As the stars clear from behind my eyes, Ryan wipes the back of his arm across his mouth, crawls up my body, and kisses me sweetly. Suddenly, I worry that this is all I’ll get from him. That he’s getting ready to leave when I still want so much more.

I guess I’ll probably feel that way even if we have sex for a week straight. I knew that going into this, but I’m not ready to face it yet.

“You’re not leaving yet, are you?” I ask quietly.

A flash of confusion passes over Ryan’s face, but he laughs it away.

“Of course not…we’re just getting started.”

Chapter 18

RYAN

Marlow snorts us both awake just after sunrise. Her cheek is stuck to my shoulder and my fingers are tangled in her hair. As we peel apart, Marlow’s head pops up. She’s looking for the source of the noise that woke us. A laugh ripples through my chest as I pull her back to my side.

All her soft curves press against me, reminding me of all the ways I enjoyed them last night. It’s safe to say that the con side of my Marlow list is nonexistent at this point. Watching her finally let go and unravel last night was perfection. She is perfection.

I press a kiss to her forehead as she starts to move beside me. I’d like to stay in bed all day and kiss, lick, suck, touch, and tease every inch of her, but we never made it to dinner last night.

“I’m starving,” I say against her hair.

“Me too.”

“Want to grab some breakfast?”

Marlow nods into my shoulder. We both get out of bed. I gather up my clothes from last night and start getting dressed. Marlow disappears into the bathroom. When she comes out a few minutes later, she’s dressed in a casual black dress with a pair of sandals. Her hair is pulled up into a bun.

Yep, perfection. That’s the only word for her.

The diner is a short walk from Marlow’s place. Neither of us says much on the way. We’re both groggy and worn out from last night.

At least, I hope that’s how Marlow is feeling. I can’t help but think she seems a little…sad, maybe? That’s definitely not the reaction I am going for. Maybe it’s just in my head.

Sunday mornings are always busy at the diner. There’s the after-church crowd, plus a few stray tourists who wander in, even though the locals do their best to keep this place off the radar. Luckily, we seem to beat the rush. The teenage hostess seats us at a quiet booth in the back of the restaurant.

“This must be weird for you,” Marlow says as we settle into the booth. She’s smiling at me, but it feels forced.

“What?”

“Having breakfast with a woman after…”

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