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“Is that so?” Hendrix murmured, brushing his nose against hers in an affectionate nuzzle. “Well then, allow me to make my case.”
He captured her lips again, kissing her with a slow-burning heat that made her toes curl. Chloe clutched at his shoulders, caught between wanting to sink into the kiss and push him away so she could actually breathe.
When Hendrix finally pulled back, Chloe was dizzy with desire. “You’ve made a very compelling argument,” she managed, her voice coming out breathless.
“Excellent.” Hendrix pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before stepping back, though he kept their hands linked. “Now, why don’t you close up shop? I’ll pick up dinner and meet you at your place.”
The thought of an evening alone with Hendrix, no work or responsibilities to distract them, sent a thrill through Chloe. She squeezed his hands, already impatient for the rest of their night together. “It’s a plan.”
Hendrix grinned, giving her hands one more squeeze before letting go. “See you soon, beautiful.”
Chloe watched him go with a smile, anticipation simmering in her veins. This thing between them was new and thrilling and more than a little terrifying, but in that moment, she wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Chloe hurried through, closing up the shop, nearly vibrating with excitement. By the time she made it to her apartment, Hendrix was already there with bags of takeout and a bottle of wine.
“Perfect timing,” he said, pulling her in for a deep, hungry kiss. Chloe melted into him with a sigh, the tension that had been building all day erupting into an inferno.
When the kiss ended, they were both breathless. Hendrix rested his forehead against hers, his hands cradling her face. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
Chloe huffed a laugh, sliding her hands under his shirt to caress the hard planes of his chest. “The feeling is mutual.”
Hendrix made a low sound in his throat, capturing her mouth again. Chloe pushed his shirt up and over his head, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug it off before their lips met again.
Her own shirt soon joined his on the floor, followed by the rest of their clothes. Hendrix lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom, where he laid her out on the bed like an offering.
Chloe reached for him, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Hendrix settled over her, kissing a heated path down her neck and chest. “So beautiful,” he murmured, hands roaming over her body like he couldn’t get enough. “So perfect.”
Arousal coiled tight in Chloe’s belly, the tender praise only stoking the flames of her desire. She whimpered softly when Hendrix’s mouth closed over one nipple, fingers twisting and plucking at the other.
“Please,” she gasped, hips arching off the bed in search of friction. “Hendrix, please.”
He raised his head, eyes dark with lust and affection. “I’ve got you, baby.” Hendrix shifted, nudging her thighs apart and settling between them. “Just feel.”
Chloe cried out at the first thrust, her body stretching to accommodate his. The ache of it faded into pleasure as Hendrix began to move, his rhythm as unhurried as the kisses he pressed to her lips.
She clutched at his back, meeting each slow roll of his hips. The world narrowed to just the two of them, their harsh breaths and quiet moans, the slick slide of their bodies moving as one.
When her release came, it was with a sob, pleasure crashing over her in relentless waves. Hendrix followed soon after, burying his face against her neck as he found his own climax.
They lay there for a long moment, limbs entwined and hearts pounding. Chloe stroked a hand down Hendrix’s back, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“I think you’ve made your case,” she said, a thrill running through her at his answering chuckle.
This thing between them was complicated, but in that perfect moment, it was simple: two souls, two hearts, forever entangled.
The next morning, Chloe woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the warmth of Hendrix’s body curled around hers. She smiled, snuggling deeper into his embrace and pressing a kiss to his bare chest.
His arms tightened around her in response. “Morning,” he rumbled, voice rough with sleep.
“Morning.” She tilted her head up, meeting his gaze. “How did you sleep?”
“Better than I have in years.” Hendrix brushed his lips over hers, a feather-light touch that still sent a spark of heat through her veins. “You?”
“The same.” Chloe traced idle patterns over his skin, hesitating before adding, “Last night was...”
“Amazing,” Hendrix finished for her. “Incredible. Mind-blowing.”
She laughed, swatting his chest. “I was going to say ‘special.’”
