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I know it’s nothing but the truth, but I still feel it hit me like a blow.
“Yeah.”
“I do want to try,” she says quietly.
“So do I.”
“I just want to make sure you know that’s all I can do. I can’t promise anything.”
“I can make enough promises for the both of us until you’re ready. I promise,” I tell her with a smile.
She chuckles into the phone and it’s a sound I’ll never get tired of hearing.
Amongst others.
“Deal.”
“What are you doing right now?”
“Wrapping up what I’m working on so I can get in the car and come see you.” Emphasizing her words, I hear her laptop slam closed.
“I’d love that. A lot,” I tell her.
“Should I plan on staying the night?”
“I’d love that a lot,” I say again. I’m short on words because all I can think about is getting to sleep next to her again, and maybe even finishing what we started this morning.
My dick wastes no time rising with that image in my mind.
33
Miles
Before I know it, she’s standing in front of me holding an overnight bag. She looks like a dream come true, even more so than usual. I know she puts a lot of effort into her appearance during the day. Her hair and makeup are always done, her outfits are always color coordinated, butthis…
The sight of Autumn in an oversized sweatshirt, leggings, and a messy bun on top of her head? It’s my favorite look of them all. It's evidence of how comfortable she is with me, and that she didn’t want to waste a second coming over.
I’m frozen in place as I study her, suddenly nervous. I don't want to make the wrong move. I don’t want to be too forward or not forward enough. I want to do whatever this woman wants.
She smirks at me, as if reading my mind.
“You look a little conflicted.”
“A little?” I breathe out a laugh, and so does she. “If only you knew.”
“I might know,” she says, dropping her bag, and closing the distance between us. “If it’s anything like what’s going through my mind.”
“Which is?” I ask, watching her eyelids flutter as she feels my breath on her face.
She shakes her head. “You first.”
I play with the one piece of hair she doesn’t have up, a small curl that brushes her cheek. Her hand raises to my arm and grips my bicep. As if I could read her mind, I know what a request it is.
“I’m not going to waste time on words when it should be pretty fucking obvious,” I say right before leaning down and capturing her mouth with my own.
She tastes so sweet. Even sweeter is the small whimper she lets out when my hand moves to the back of her head possessively. I hold her to me, loving the way our height difference helps me take what I want. She gives just as fiercely, nipping at my bottom lip and deepening the kiss when my mouth opens for her.
My other hand has a mind of its own as I bring it down her back and over her hip, gripping her like my life depends on it. I use my hold to pull her into me, pressing our bodies together. She gasps when she feels how hard I am against her.
