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I groan, circling my hips to hit the best spot inside me, and a loud moan spills from my lips as I fall over the edge.
And as I do, there’s only one man in my mind…
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LINCOLN
Isit in the living room with my knee bouncing. I’ve been awake hours despite having the day off. I’ve hit the gym, although I took it slow, in the hope of burning off some of the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins when I woke up. But it wasn’t nearly enough.
I check the time again.
Forty-five minutes to her class, but still, no movement from her room.
I get it. She’s exhausted from traveling and her two orgasms last night.
God.
I drag my hand down my face as the sounds she makes as she comes play back in my mind.
So fucking sexy.
Did I plant my ass on the couch and force myself to watch whatever movie was playing on the screen after she left?
I tried. I really did.
But the possibility of listening to her again was too much to ignore.
I was turned the hell on after our little exchange earlier, and from the darkness in her eyes as she stared up at me, I was tempted to say she was, too.
I wanted to kiss her so fucking badly. I wanted to run my hands all over her. Bury my face between her thighs and prove that the words I said to her were true.
She’s the only one for me.
The only girl I’ve ever wanted more from.
The only woman I picture my life with.
But she’s also the only one who’s turned me away.
For a few years, I figured that was the reason I wanted her.
I wanted something I couldn’t have.
But that’s not true. It has nothing to do with what happened six years ago and everything to do with having her in my life.
I knew it before, but with her off doing her thing and me doing mine, it was easy to put it all to one side. But now she’s here, living under my roof, working at the arena, traveling with us…it’s all coming back to me.
And I want it.
I really fucking want her.
And not just for the night.
Forever.
When the clock hits thirty minutes, I can’t stop myself any longer. I push from the couch and stalk toward her room.
It’s completely silent, and when I press my palm against the ajar door, I find it’s completely dark, too.
