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She didn’t much believe in fate and all that hokey stuff. She wasn’t for fantastical fantasies of happy-ever-alters. But she knew when not to deny something, when to stop fighting it.
And this connection, this reconnection of their lives was telling her something. Was telling them something.
Elijah’s hands roamed over her back, drawing her attention to him. He was still inside her, semi-hard with pulses occurring every now and then that caused her to jump slightly.
She tilted her head back to him, followed his guide as he tangled one hand in her hair and brought her mouth to his. Their kiss was slow and lazy, deep and thorough, a kiss that wasn’t necessarily leading to anywhere, but she had a feeling could.
But she couldn’t seem to get enough of his mouth. Nor, it seemed, could he get enough of hers, for the kiss continued. On and on, no words were spoken. None were needed. This was about making up for lost time. Was about comfort and that connection. Was about rebuilding what they could have been.
They continued to kiss as he leaned back, taking her with him, his hands tangled in her hair, his dick growing hard inside her.
Warmth returned to her core, and she felt it pulse with desire. He groaned into her mouth and lifted his legs, so his feet were flat on the bed, and she lay atop him, her hips spread, him deep within her.
He pulled back from the kiss and met her eyes, his darkening with lust.
“Are you good?” he asked, his breath panting again.
“Yes. Again?”
His gaze bounced between hers, and a slow smile curved his lush lips. “As many times as you want, Little Bird.”
The End
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THE SEAL’S OBSESSION
Lila Fox
Copyright © 2024
Chapter One
Skye tried to concentrate on her school lunch, but her eye always crept back to him—Jared Atkinson. He was six feet two inches and very muscular. The tattoos on his arms made her attraction to him even stronger. Jesus, she’d always been the good girl, she didn’t have a choice because of her mother, but her attention was on the worst kid around. Hell, kid? The guy was more masculine than the adults around him.
His hair was always messy, like he ran his fingers through it, and as black as night. From the glimpses she saw of his eyes, they were a piercing green that seemed to see right through her.
His hands were huge with scars and calluses that told her his life hadn’t been easy so far. The veins and tendons that stood out starkly showed his strength. Everything about the man turned her into mush, making her body hum without ever talking to him. Being a virgin didn’t help because she didn’t know if what she felt was normal and was afraid to ask her friends.
She jerked when one of her friends smacked her shoulder.
“What?” Skye asked, dismayed.
“You’ve got to stop staring at him,” Callie whispered. “He’s liable to kidnap, rape, and kill you, and no one would ever find your body.”
Skye rolled her eyes. Everything she’d heard about Jared was horrible, and she couldn’t understand it. She never saw any evidence of him being the monster everyone said he was. So, he was standoffish. There was nothing wrong with that. Yes, everyone, even teachers, feared him, but she thought it was because he never smiled and always looked angry.
“He’s a senior, and I heard he was going into the military after he graduated,” Matty said. “We don’t graduate for two years.” She grinned. “There is no way that guy will ever give you the time of day, and if you think you can talk him into going to prom, you’re looney.”
Skye looked back and forth at her two best friends as they laughed at Matty’s joke. They’d been together since kindergarten and knew almost everything about each other. Mostly everything. Skye didn’t like to talk about her mother and the bitch she was because there was nothing they could do to help. Every failed relationship made her meaner. Skye was stuck with her until she turned eighteen.
Skye glanced over to where he sat, reading while eating lunch. He was always so alone. “I heard that, too. I don’t blame him. He needs to get away from this town.”
What felt like a fist tightening in her chest was the dread she felt at not being able to see him ever again. Could a person’s heart break if they lost a person they’d never even talked to? It felt like it to her.
She glanced over at him again, and her heart jumped into her throat when she caught him staring at her. She jerked her eyes away and looked down at her tray. Oh, God. Please tell me he didn’t see me fawning over him.
Matty squeezed her hand. “Don’t look over at him. He’s staring this way, and he doesn’t look happy.”
