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“I like a man who’s prepared,” I kid, although I don’t know why I’m making a joke. His preparedness should be a little disconcerting.

“I like you,” he says, swiftly covering himself. The depth of his voice, the intensity of how he said what he said, has me standing upright.

I spin to face him, palming his jaw and drawing his attention to my face. “I like you, too, Ross.” The words don’t fully encompass how I feel. I like him more than I should. And when all is said and done, I’m certain I’m the one who will suffer a broken heart.

Ross’s mouth comes to mine again, kissing me deeply, swiping his tongue inside my mouth as if lapping up my declaration.

I like you can sound so weak as a statement and yet still mean so much.

With his hands on my hips, he lifts me to his countertop and then lines himself up at my entrance again. I fall back, catching myself with my hands, bracing myself upright with my arms.

Ross concentrates, watching as he enters me. He pauses a second once deeply seated, allowing me to adjust. Except for the other night, it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been this close, this intimate.

With my mouth hanging open, his thumb and forefinger cup my jaw. “Fuck, do I like you a lot, sweetheart.”

Me? Or this position? I don’t ask. I can’t think because he’s sliding to the edge before surging inward again.

“When I’m with you, I feel . . . whole.”

My breath catches as he’s still cupping my jaw.

“Warm. Wanted. Home.”

With him buried inside me, my heart races from both his words and the after-effects of my first orgasm.

Ross pulls back, then rushes forward, filling me again, stealing my breath a third time. In the weeks that have passed, I cannot believe I’ve forgotten how big he is. How deep he gets. How full he makes me feel.

Whole. Warm. Wanted. Home.

“Oh God,” I whimper. “I like all of that.” What he’s saying. What he’s doing.

“Yeah.” He chuckles, repeating the motion, taking his time, finding a rhythm. The movement happens in such a way the ridge of his cock drags along that sensitive spot, tingling from my first release, yet quickly spiraling toward a second one.

I don’t know how he’s doing what he’s doing, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Want to feel you let go around me.” He kisses me, hard and fast. “Want to feel everything with you.”

He grips one of my ankles, placing my foot on the edge of the counter to open me up for him.

Clinging to his biceps, I use his body to support mine as he fills me over and over again. His hands press against my lower back to steady me. His arms around me pins my raised leg to my side.

“Ross.” I gasp, shocked at my body’s sudden response to him.

As I let go, shattering a second time, Ross moves faster, plunging deeper within me. His pace picks up until a final surge forces him still. Only deep inside my depths does he pulse and jolt.

“Ahh,” he grunts, letting go within me while tightening his hold on my lower back, pinning me to him.

Eventually, he buries his face in my neck, and I wrap my arms around his, holding him to me, wishing I’d never have to let him go. He releases my leg and I collapse against him.

Never wanting us to end. Never wanting him to ever think I don’t bring him good fortune.

+ + +

We clean up by showering together, where Ross takes his time to thoroughly wash my body before I scrub his. We don’t make it sexual, but we tease one another in sacred places. I’m spent and Ross seems like he has something on his mind. The same something he tried to rid from his thoughts when I entered his place.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” He asks, twisting side to side in the shower for a final rinse of the body wash I spread over his tight skin.