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“How’d that work out for you?” she asked.
A laugh slipped out. Lanes could always make me laugh, even in the worst moments. “Fucking terrible. I let fear control me, and in the end, I wound up hurting you, anyway. I hate myself for that.”
“Don’t,” she said.
“But I do. If I’d stayed, if I didn’t let fear run me out that door, you could have been in my bed every night. You could have been in my arms every morning. We could have been happy. You’re my match, Lanes, and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it. But that night together, I did look you in the eyes. It’s when I realized you’d been there all along. That you were it for me.”
Her hand slipped behind my neck, and she yanked on my head. Frustration sparked in her bright eyes.
“I can’t reach,” she grumbled. “I’m trying to make this hot and sexy, and I can’t reach your lips.”
I barked out a laugh then captured her lips in one smooth motion. She gasped; a slight squeak muffled between our mouths. Not wasting any time, I swiped my tongue along her seam. She parted for me and curled her hand into my shirt, backing me toward the house.
I tripped over the cobblestoned path, keeping my hand tight on Lane’s ass to make sure she didn’t fall.
“Wait,” she said against my lips. “Chris said you had to help a friend. Is everyone okay?”
“Everyone is fine,” I assured her. “I’ll tell you about it later.” I dug my fingers into her curves and continued to back her inside the house. I kicked the door shut and spun her, slamming us into the wood.
I pulled my mouth from hers and gazed at her gorgeous tits. “This dress should be illegal.” I yanked it down, revealing a light pink bra with black lace. A growl rumbled my throat, and I dipped my head, dragging my tongue along the spot where lace met skin. “God, I’ve missed these.” I buried my head in the crease and kissed my way out.
My lips moved to her shoulder, and I slipped her sleeve over her arm, my mouth following.
“Screw this,” Lanes said and shoved her dress to the floor.
My mouth agape, I stared at her, taking in every luscious curve. Her thick thighs practically begged for me to touch them. My eyes followed the indents of her hips. Her tits, two mounds of heaven called out to my mouth to devour them.
“I did that to hurry things along. You standing there is defeating the purpose.”
“I’m enjoying the view.”
“Well, enjoy it over here. Front row seats.”
“The front row isn’t always the best view. You miss all the little details.”
“Nero Francis, if you don’t kiss me right—”
Her words cut off as I grabbed her waist, yanked her into me, and crashed my lips to hers. Her hands thrust into my hair, tugging my strands then hauling me closer.
My hand glided over her breast, following the hourglass lines of her body. My fingers dipped into her matching panties, sliding through her damp folds. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulder as I kissed a descending line along her neck, sucking and licking her sweet vanilla skin.
She arched into my palm, begging without words. But I didn’t need her to tell me what she wanted. I swiped my pointer once, twice, then thrust inside of her. Her entire body tightened, her fingertips leaving indents in my shoulders. I slipped in and out, her body relaxing against my ministrations.
Her chest heaved with each ragged breath as I built her closer and closer to the edge. A tremor ran through her, and I was about to move us to the couch when her hands found my waistband and fumbled with my button. She popped it open, yanked on my zipper, and reached into my boxer briefs, taking hold of my throbbing cock.
Her hold tightened, and my body tensed at the overpowering pleasure racing through me. “Jesus, Lainey,” I said, falling forward and resting my forearm on the door above her head.
She stroked me, and I thrust a digit deep inside her. She cried out but didn’t let go. If anything, she held me tighter, stroked me faster. We met each other’s pace, both racing for a release. But I didn’t want to come in her palm. I wanted to be inside her.
I slipped my hand from her panties. She whimpered, but I tugged the silk down until they were nothing more than a pool of material at her feet. She went to kick off her shoes, but they were sexy, and I wanted them on while I fucked her.
“Don’t.” I shoved my pants and briefs to the floor and ripped my shirt over my head.
My finger glided over her arm to her back, hooking her bra strap and snapping it free with a flick of my wrist. The cups fell forward and landed at her feet.
“Impressive,” she said, but my eyes were glued to her pale pink nipples and the small freckle just to the left of her right one.
Time didn’t exist in that moment. I was too consumed in her beauty. She shifted on her feet, and her arms lifted to cross, but I stopped her. “What are you doing?”
