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He drives into me with one thrust, and I cry out, the fullness stealing my breath.
“God, you feel good.” His hands tighten on my hips as he pulls out then pushes back in. “Perfect.”
The angle is devastating, each thrust hitting deep, and I’m already building toward another orgasm. Nothing exists but this, the slide of him inside me, the grip of his hands, the way he makes me feel completely undone.
“More—” I gasp. “Now—”
He gives me what I want, his pace increasing, hips snapping against me with a rhythm that makes my eyes roll back.
“That’s it.” His voice is rough. “Take what you need.”
I do, meeting him thrust for thrust as my eyes squeeze shut.
“So close—” I manage. “I’m—”
“Let go.” He thrusts deeper. “I’ve got you.”
For right now, he means. At this moment. Not forever. But my orgasm, hitting harder than the first, pushes the thought from my mind and steals my breath. My legs give out, but he holds me up, supporting me as I shatter.
“Rory—” His name tears from my throat.
He groans at the sound, his rhythm faltering, and then he’s coming, too, buried deep, my name on his lips.
Chapter fifteen
Rory
Iwake to the sound of scraping metal on pavement. Plows working Main Street, their rhythmic beeping as they back up somehow seem final. The storm is over. The world is returning to normal.
Except nothing about the last three days has been normal.
Tabitha’s breath is warm against my shoulder, her fingers loosely curled against my ribs. The pale morning light, filtering through the window, spills over us. She looks peaceful. Content. Like a woman who might believe me if I told her I’m falling in love with her.
Or, fell rather. Past tense. I’m already there.
I’ve been fighting it since that first morning in her kitchen. Hell, maybe since the wedding. But lying here now, watching her breathe, it crystallizes into something undeniable.
And in five hours, I have a job interview that could change everything.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I reach for it carefully, trying not to disturb her. Sure enough, it’s Hays confirming he’ll pick me up in an hour.
I thumbs up the message and set the phone back on the nightstand, letting my gaze sweep across the ceiling. Head golf pro atStarlight Bay Country Club, a teaching position, some course management. Everything I’ve thought about exploring after caddying, just…now. Not years from now.
I should tell her. Should wake Tabitha and explain I’m not flying down to Texas today. That I’m considering staying. That whatever this thing is between us, it doesn’t have to end.
But what if I tell her, and the job falls through? I haven’t even talked to the GM, for heaven’s sake. I can’t get Tabitha’s hopes up, let alone getmyhopes up, then have to walk away anyway. I’d have to tell her it didn’t work out then watch that guarded expression slam back into place.
Or, even worse, what if I tell her I’m considering staying and she doesn’t want me to? That would cut deep. And it’s not as if she’s indicated she wants more. At least, not in words. Her actions, though? Her kisses? The way she introduced me to Aunt Mae, the way she fell asleep against my chest again on the couch last night as if she trusts me completely?
Those say what she hasn’t. At least, I hope they do.
But I can’t risk being wrong. I can’t put my heart out there based on maybes and unspoken possibilities. I need to know the job is right first. Need to be certain I’m not chasing a feeling that’ll fade once reality sets in.
I need to prove to myself, and to her, this is about more than just three days of forced proximity and good sex.
Even if it’s been the best three days of my life.
I heave a sigh and immediately regret it. At my side, Tabitha stirs. Her eyes flutter open, and for one unguarded moment, her smile is pure and happy. Then reality settles back in. I watch it happen, the second her expression shifts, becoming careful.
