Page 106 of Hounded
His smile turned wistful, and his gaze cut away. “For being everything you don’t like. I make you sad.”
“I’m not sad.”
The sun was lower now. Its descent felt final, time slipping away along with Indy’s memories.
He shook his head. “You can’t lie to me. I remember. I know what it looks like.” He reached up to cup my cheek and turn my face toward his. “It looks like this.”
“Indy, that’s not…” I grabbed his hand. “You’re everything I love—”
“I love you, too, Loren.”
The words stole my breath. I’d heard them before, thousands of times, but this time they felt complete. Despite what I’d believed in my human life, despite who and what I’d died for, I knew beyond a doubt that Indy was the only man who had ever truly loved me. He professed it proudly and often, even in times when it was shameful to be how we were. What we were. He never hid any part of himself or any of his care for me.
He swiveled to face me, then brought both of my hands to rest in his lap. “And I miss you. I want you to come home. No more of this.” He indicated the plastictotes I had hoped he would overlook.
My head began a slow shake. “You don’t know me, Indy. You may now, but tomorrow…”
Or even sooner. Who knew how long this strange reverie would last?
“My heart knows you,” he replied. “My soul does, too.” He wove his fingers between mine and his glittery nail polish sparkled in the waning light. “I think we’re soulmates,” he said as he looked up once more. “Don’t you think so, baby?”
He’d asked me that, in this lifetime even, and I’d given him no answer. Now, the strangling feeling returned, an invisible noose around my neck that held me silent.
“I love you,” he repeated, and then he kissed me.
I whimpered against his lips, unable to deny how badly I needed this. He pressed into me, and I enveloped him in my arms, wishing I could contain the parts of him that were slipping away. It seemed I was always grasping, clinging on to Indy because hewaseverything I loved. More simply, he was everything.
The kiss deepened. Our mouths crushed together until I was certain my lips would bruise, but I couldn’t get enough. I raked my hands through his curls then down his back, quickening his breaths until he was panting. When he rolled his hips against me, and I felt the hardness in his pants, I almost came undone.
“Indy, I…” My voice was thick, choked. “I need you.”
Indy trailed his hand down my neck, and I chased his touch with a moan, with want.
He leaned close, brushing his lips against mine as he whispered, “Then have me.”
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Loren
Grabbing onto Indy’s hips,I slid him back, then reached to the waistband of my jeans, thumbing the button through its hole and letting down the fly.
Indy worked equally fast, kicking off his shoes and stripping out of his tight white pants before tossing them into the far corner of the truck bed. The strappy G-string I’d noticed earlier was now on full display, barely concealing his manhood behind a triangle of satin.
He grabbed my boots and yanked them off, then crept close to hover over me. After stealing a quick kiss, he hooked his fingers in my belt loops and yanked my jeans past my knees.
I sucked a breath as cool night air washed over my bare skin.
Indy restored warmth almost immediately, seating himself atop me so I could feel his erection against my stomach. He wiggled his ass over my hardening cock.
I groaned and pulled him to me before thrusting my hips upward. I needed friction. Proximity. I needed to be inside of him, filling his empty spaces the way he filledmine.
Indy’s eyes fixed on me. Those gorgeous golden orbs were more striking than the sun. “I’m gonna ride you, gorgeous.” He rolled his lips between his teeth. “I’m gonna take every inch of you and make you feel so fucking good.”
He dipped in, and I tipped my head back, baring my throat for his feather-soft kisses and nips against my skin.
God, I wanted him. I always wanted him.
When he drew back, I cupped his ass cheeks in both hands and dug my fingers in. His breath hitched, and his gaze turned sultry. Then, just as rapidly, his expression brightened like an actual light bulb had turned on above his head.
