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“Samantha.”The desperation in his voice sent a line of fire straight down my back to my toes.I sighed into his mouth as he kissed me over and over again, each lick and bite deeper, slower.
I grabbed his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to crawl into his shirt and bury myself into his skin.
This.Thiswas what I wanted.What I needed.
He leaned into me, bracing one hand on the doorjamb as I reached behind me for the knob and flung it open.
“Your door’s unlocked?”I asked through shortened breaths as we fell into his house.
“It’s Rock Island.No one locks their doors.”He bent down and swiped my legs out from under me, wrapping me around him as he carried me to the couch.
I ached for him as I straddled him, wanting to feel his skin on mine in every place that swarmed with him.His smell, his touch, the way his hands claimed my thighs as they gripped him on the couch.
His mouth slid down my neck, heated and ravenous, pulling at my skin with his teeth.Every inch of my body molded to his, like it was perfectly made to fit into every crevice his body had.A puzzle piece finally finding its fit.A spark finally finding the trail of lighter fluid it’d been searching for.
I didn’t want slow and steady.I wanted everything.
All of him.
All ofthis.
He cupped my face and gently paused.“Samantha.”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that.”
He pinned my gaze, and took a breath, slowing us down.“I want you to be sure.”
I inhaled deeply, searching his face and seeing my primal want and need reflected back right in front of me.“I promise you, I’m sure.”I kissed his top lip.“Austin Marcs.”
A sly smile bloomed across his face as he whispered his words into my mouth.“Say it again.”
“Aust—” and he claimed me before I could finish.
32
AUSTIN
Best condiment ever?”I asked.Our heads faced each other on the pillow.She lay naked, tangled up in my sheets with one leg draped over my waist.Her hair was in a messy pile behind her and she didn’t have a speck of makeup on.This was my favorite look yet.
“Ketchup.”
“Mayonnaise,” I countered.
“Ew, gross!That stuff makes me gag.”
“It’s sent directly from heaven.”
She giggled.That sound was catnip for me.“It’sgross.Favorite color?”
“Navy blue.”
It took her a second.“Red.Ruby red.”
“I thought it was green?”
“I think I changed it.”She beamed at me.“I think I just changed my favorite color.”Her eyes were filled with disbelief, like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar and her mom just said,Oh, go on, honey.
“If you were an animal, which one would you be?”
