Page 106 of Ozzie

I hold up my phone and show her the text messages. Her smile grows as she reads them.

I pocket my phone, then walk her backward, pinning her against the wall.

“Oh,” she says as I’ve taken her by surprise.

“There was a moment I thought I would never get out, and I’d never be able to do this.” I bend and crush my lips to hers.

She doesn’t hesitate but opens up to me as I sweep my tongue in her mouth, then kiss my way down her jaw. Her hands find the bottom of my shirt and move underneath and up my spine. That direct touch weakens the small amount of resolve I have left. I lean back.

“I really want to do this right and go out on a date and take it slow.”

She grins. “I’m not sure we could take this any slower than we have for the last year.”

I chuckle.

“Seriously, Ozzie.” Her smile drops. “I thought you might actually go to prison for a long time and that we lost our chance.” A tear falls down her cheek, and I wipe it away.

“But I didn’t, and I’m here now.”

She nods. “Exactly, you’re here now. But what about tomorrow? Or the next day?”

I step back. “I don’t plan to go anywhere.”

“Just like you didn’t plan to get arrested.”

Okay, she has a point.

“We don’t know what’s going to happen to us each day, and I’m tired of waiting for the right time to be with you. I’ve struggled a lot this last year dealing with John, my parents, and trust issues. But Ozzie, I want you, and I don’t want to wait any longer.”

She stares up at me, vulnerability emanating from her eyes. And while I’m trying to do the right thing here, maybe waiting isn’t it.

“I want to be with you. I’ve wanted that this past year.”

She moves her hands to lift my shirt off. “We have the place to ourselves. Nothing is holding us back anymore.”

I finish taking my shirt off, then place my hands on her waist. “I want to be clear. I want more than sex with you.”

She laughs. “Ozzie, you’ve been more than clear. Now get out of those clothes and meet me in my room.”

She pushes off the wall out of my grasp and heads toward her bedroom. Her hands pull up her shirt, and she tugs it off, tossing it aside as she walks.

I follow, and she next removes her bra, tossing it aside as well. When she gets inside her bedroom, she reaches for the top of her pants. I spin her around and drop us both to the bed.

“I’ll take care of that.” I slowly pull down her pants, and she squirms, wanting me to go faster. Leaving her underwear on, I kiss her upper thigh.

“You’re such a tease,” she moans.

Instead of responding, I run my tongue along her slit but over the panties. She bucks, and I pull back, arching a brow. “Someone’s responsive.”

“Dammit, Ozzie, I’ve wanted you for so long. Pleasestop teasing me.” She reaches for my belt and has it and my pants undone in seconds.

But I pull back, taking her underwear with me, and dive in. I’ve wanted to taste her for longer than I can remember.

“Mmm, Piper, you taste so good.”

She bucks every time I swipe my tongue across her. I grab her hips to hold her steady. I suck at her clit, and she screams. I do it again, and so does she.

I’m so hard from how responsive she is, but I’m not stopping until she comes.

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