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“I’m close,” I warned, my body tightening around him. “I’m going to come.”
“Let him hear you,” Makai urged, angling the phone to capture my body without showing my face. “Let him hear how good I make his wife feel.”
I shattered with a cry of both their names, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Makai’s cock as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He paused for a moment as he fiddled with something on the phone, ending the video, maybe. With a satisfied grin, Makai set the phone aside and leaned forward, thrusting harder, bracing his hands on the workbench beside me, chasing his release, as his movements became wild and erratic.
“Fuck, Imogen,” he groaned, and I felt the hot pulse of him coming inside me, filling me with his release just as my own orgasm began to subside.
He collapsed forward, his forehead pressed against my collarbone as we both fought to catch our breath. After a moment, he raised his head and kissed me—soft, sweet, so different from the frantic coupling of moments before.
“Sleep in my bed tonight,” he murmured against my lips. “Don’t go back to that empty cottage. I want you snuggled by my side.”
I nodded, unable to form words, my body still humming with satisfaction. For tonight at least, I wouldn’t have to be alone. “The whole time he’s gone?”
“Yeah,” he murmured, nuzzling at my throat. “If you do, maybe I’ll even park in the lower lot tomorrow.”
I poked him in the chest, laughing, as I arched up to kiss him again, hope for the future swelling in my chest.
Chapter 15
Makai
I fidgeted with my keys as I leaned against my truck, scanning the crowd of passengers disembarking from the ferry. The familiar knot of anticipation tightened in my gut—part excitement, part something deeper I wasn’t ready to name. Five days shouldn’t have felt like an eternity, but it had.
I’d missed him. His wife had missed him, and though I’d enjoyed her company immensely, there’d been an empty space at the table where he should have been.
The ferry had docked ten minutes ago, disgorging a stream of vehicles and foot passengers. I knew Hamish was on it somewhere. He’d called and announced that he was never riding in a seaplane again, whatever that meant, then given us the ferry schedule.
I couldn’t wait to see him.
I pushed off the truck, standing taller to see over the crowd. And then I spotted him, tall and handsome, with chestnut hair that glinted in the sunlight. He looked different somehow, more relaxed. It was as if every time we met, I saw less of the frightened man I’d first met, and more of who he was supposed to be.
Our eyes met across the crowd, and his face broke into a smile that hit me square in the chest. Fuck, I was in trouble. This wasn’t supposed to be anything serious.
We jogged toward each other, meeting in the middle.
“Makai.” He dropped his bag and stepped into my space, hesitating only briefly before leaning in for a kiss. His lips were warm and firm against mine, the slight scratch of stubble making me shiver. I gripped his waist, pulling him closer, not caring who might see us, and devoured his mouth like a man starved.
“Missed you,” I said against his lips. I pulled back just enough to look at him. “How was England?”
“Stressful. Rainy. Crowded. The only thing that made it bearable was knowing I’d get to leave soon.” He glanced around. “No Imogen?”
“She’s stuck at work. Some bride having a meltdown about the table settings.” I picked up his bag and carried it back to my truck. “She wanted to be here, but she’s on damage control. She said she’d meet us later tonight.”
He smiled, chewing his bottom lip. “I’m a little sad she couldn’t make it, but it’s good to see her show such a passion for her work. She’s truly thriving here, isn’t she?”
“Seems like it,” I said, smiling at his thoughtfulness.
“How was your week with her…” he trailed off, eyebrows shooting up as he watched me throw his suitcase into the bed of my truck.
“Awful. We fought like cats and dogs.”
His face fell. “Oh.”
I bumped his shoulder with mine. “Joking. We fucked. A lot.”
He beamed. “Mm, that’s good.”
“And she spent every night in bed with me, telling me stories about horses. Trying to make them sound a little less scary.” I popped open the trunk and threw his bag in. Was it bigger than the one he’d brought before? It seemed like it.
