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“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper against her mouth. “Not ever again.”
She nods, just once.
Then pulls me down into her arms as if she never wants to let go.
Neither do I.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Sara
The first thingI register is heat.
Not just warmth…heat. Molten and decadent, seeping from the half-naked man pressed against me, enveloping me in a sin-drenched security blanket.
One arm locks around my waist, rigid as steel. The other slides beneath me, his hand splayed low over my stomach, staking his claim.
Mine.
Me.
Us.
Nick Ashford is spooning me.
He presses into me, taut and relentless, his movements demanding and raw, grounding me against his body with every grinding motion.
I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, and I’m already wrecked.
His breath slides slow and warm across the back of my neck, but the rest of him trembles, uneven, uncertain. He’s pressed hard against me, every pulse heavy and urgent, flooding through my whole body.
An unspoken warning coils tight along my spine.
I shift just a fraction, a desperate move to breathe, to survive this moment, and he groans, a low, guttural sound, raw and unconscious, ripping through me, shredding me.
His hips roll into me in that slow, lazy thrust that says he’s not even awake enough to pretend he’s not enjoying this.
And I, God help me, I gasp. Loud. Needy. Pathetic.
“Sara,” he rasps, sleep-drenched and sex-slick. “You keep rubbing that sweet ass against me like that, and I swear to God, I’m gonna bend you over this couch.”
Oh.
Oh.
A shiver rockets through my bloodstream, hitting my knees with sudden, paralyzing force. My brain shorts out, caught somewhere between “bend” and “over.”
I open my mouth to say good morning. Try to play it cool.
What actually comes out? A whimper. A real, honest-to-God whimper.
His hand slides lower over my stomach, teasing just under the curve of my hip like he’s deciding if I’ve been good enough to earn his attention this morning.
“You’re not stopping me,” he murmurs, dragging his lips down the line of my neck. “So unless you say the word, sweetheart, I’m gonna keep going until you’re whimpering again.”
His teeth scrape the shell of my ear.
“Just like last night.”
