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And then I open my mouth because I can’t help it. “So you’re sure you’re not gonna bail on me this time?”

I watch for his response as I glide up and down.

“Fuck no.” His grip on my thighs tightens.

Thank God. Because if he leaves this time, I might actually die.

Biting my lip, I angle him toward my entrance. And then I’m sinking, down, down, down.

My head falls back because I can’t breathe as he stretches me.

Wow.

I’m too full, but it’s so good.

He’s thick and hard and hitting all the right spots when I begin to slide up and back down again, taking a little bit more of him each time.

“You feel amazing,” he groans.

I arch my back as I take him all the way. His calloused hands grip my breasts and knead me as I begin to bounce up and down on his lap.

Oh, my God. Yes.

Faster and faster and harder and harder I go, loving how his hands are everywhere—my breasts, my ass, my hips. Tangled in my hair. Toying with my nipples.

But when his hand dips down between us, the contact jolts me. I lean back and grip his thighs to give him more room to touch me. And let’s be honest, to give him a better show.

If I’m basing anything on the feral look in his eyes, I’m doing a darn good job.

His attention is trained between my legs, and I undulate my hips, lifting up just enough so he can see what he’s doing to me. It doesn’t take long before that pressure builds.

“I’m about to come all over you,” I gasp, too far gone to care how wanton that sounds.

He lets out a choked laugh. “Jesus, you’re hot when you talk like that.”

My breath catches as he swirls tight circles against that throb between my legs.

All of a sudden, I’m falling apart. Everything tightens as I squeeze my eyes shut and groan. And just when I think it’s too much, he sits up and wraps his arms around me, sending his cock deeper.

I scream. I can’t help it. He pulses his release in me as he fuses our mouths together to muffle my sounds.

After a moment, he collapses back and pulls me with him.

I’m panting and out of breath. “That was…”

“Oh, yeah….”

“Wow…”

We’re gasping and sweaty, and I’m so awash in euphoria, all I can do is mumble, “Thank you,” against his chest.

He laughs. “Did you just thank me for sex?”

I nod, glad he can’t see my embarrassed grin.

He smacks my ass, and the shock of it makes me squeeze my thighs together, sending a groan through both of us as I tighten around him.

Slowly, I slide off and stretch out next to him. Hello, empty spot between my legs.

With a groan, he gets up. His footsteps pad across the room, and my heart sputters as I wonder if he’ll come back. If he’ll sleep in here with me tonight. If he’ll stay.

Which is stupid. So, so stupid.

Of course he’s not going to sleep with me. I may not have any experience with casual sex, but I know you’re not supposed to actually sleep together after the act.

A sudden sting in my eyes has me blinking back the heat.

You can’t cry, Katherine. He told you what he wanted.

I swallow the lump in my throat and slide under the covers, hating how empty my bed feels. I turn toward the wall, bracing myself for the disappointment, but a few minutes later, his footsteps return, and the blanket lifts as he slides in behind me.

One warm hand grips my hip and pulls me to his hard chest as his bare thigh slips between my legs. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Just when I think this can’t get any better, he presses a soft kiss on my neck and whispers, “Get some sleep, babe.”

I close my eyes with a contented sigh. Whatever this is, I want it. For however long I can keep it.

I’ll worry about what will happen to us when he leaves later. For now, I’m going to live in the moment.

Because I don’t think I’ll forget about this one for a long, long time to come.





34





Brady





The nursery guy, Hank, walks us over to the counter where he pulls out a giant binder of seeds and plants he can order for me. Katherine glances at me and gives me a shy smile.

That look she gives me. It’s enough to make my skin burn with an awareness of her.

I want to touch her.

Leaning over the counter, I try to focus on what Hank’s saying, but I’m distracted after what happened last night. And again this morning.

Fuck, this morning.

I can still smell her sweet perfume. Feel her soft skin on mine. Feel how she moved under me. Over me. Around me.

Taking a deep, steady breath, I focus on Hank’s unwieldy ear hair to get control of my growing erection.

But Kat’s presence is too much. I can still taste her on my tongue and remember how she moaned against me when I sucked on her pretty pink nipples.

Finally, I give in and drift my hand over her wrist. Her breath catches, and I let my fingers travel down to her palm where I squeeze her gently. We’re hidden behind the counter, so Hank can’t see what I just did.

It feels wrong to touch her in public. I’m not sure why. Neither of us said anything about hiding what’s going on between us, but I know I should be cautious. This is a small town where everyone knows everyone else’s business, and when I leave, I don’t want her having to deal with anyone’s small-minded ideas about what we’ve been up to.