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But something inside him breaks instead.
He consumes me with a deep and desperate kiss, altering the rotation of my world. It’s either a surrender or a distraction, I can’t tell which until he lifts us out of the water, scattering bubbles over the rim.
He stomps on the drain plug and flicks on the shower. The water’s probably cold, but I can’t feel anything except where my body connects with his.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
Setting me on my feet, he yanks the curtain closed, his lips already on my neck. “Not holding back.”
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Somehow, through sheer determination, we managed to wash my hair before drying off. Every graze of his fingers, every brush of his body against mine under the streaming water, left me trembling and begging for more.
Thanks to Hayes, I’ll never be able to think about a loofa the same way ever again. I might have to buy that one from the B&B since it just surpassed my camera as my new favorite toy.
Oh, no. My camera.
“Do you think we will have time to get the pictures printed in Albuquerque?” I ask from my comfy spot in the bed we warmed together.
“We’ll make time." He looks unfairly good in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips while he searches through his bag.
He promised to only wear clothes long enough to accept the tray of food from the staff. Then, he’s mine again. Completely.
Little does he know, I havezerointention of letting him out of this bed for a long, long while.
No matter how much I get of him, I’ll always want more.
Chapter 23
Hayes
After thanking the B&B staff for the most memorable morning, we pile into the van, and point it toward Albuquerque. We’re behind schedule, sure—but with everything Josie’s been through, I couldn’t bring myself to rush her. Or us.
Today isn’t about the route. It’s about her. About giving her space to recover and showing her that she owns every last piece of me.
“I should’ve eaten more of that delicious lunch,” Josie says, rubbing her stomach.
“We did get sidetracked.”
She shoots me a sultry wink, reminding me of the last few hours I spent in her arms as a new man. “You were way more appetizing.”
“Can’t help myself when you look atme like I’m dessert.”
She giggles, then it trails off. “Has this ever happened to you?”
I know what she’s asking. Have I ever felt this connection with someone else? I don’t even need to think about it.
“Never.”
She lets out a deliberate exhale and relaxes. She may be satisfied with my answer, but it’s not enough.
“I got you something.”
“You did?” She sits up straighter in her seat, her hand squeezing mine in the process.
“Behind your seat.”
With a squeal, she dives into the back, then sets the large white box on her lap. “What is it?”
