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I tense, my muscles turning stiff. “What do you mean?”

Slowly, she turns in my arms and tips her head back, wearing a smile that makes the heat coil low in my lower abdomen.

“I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for sure it was happening, and I only found out a few days ago.” She licks her bottom lip, brows knitting together. “I missed you so much. And the closer I got to the Olympics, the harder it was being away from you. I know we agreed to talk about us after, but I can’t do it without you anymore. So, I took a risk and came to you.”

“A risk? How is coming to me taking a risk?” I ask hoarsely.

“Because two years is a long time.”

“Isla, I love you.” I tighten my grip around her. “I’ve loved you my whole life. Honestly, I’d probably go on loving you forever, even if you stopped loving me.”

“Never,” she breathes. “I’ll always love you.”

Her words pierce my heart, urging me to cover her lips with mine. The kiss is feverish and fast, our tongues tangling and curling around each other, my hands everywhere—on her hips, cupping her taut ass. Fuck, she’s perfect.

I lift her, guiding her legs around my hips without breaking the kiss, then carry her to the dining table near the kitchen. I ease her onto it and stand between her legs. Eyes locked on hers, I catch my breath, my heart beating violently.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyebrow arched.

“Claiming you.” I slip my hand under her skirt and move it along her thigh until I reach her panties. My dick is already as hard as a rock, straining against my zipper. Just being in her proximity is enough to make me worry I’ll come in my pants. Her scent and her closeness drive me wild. “You’re mine, Isla.”

I push her panties to the side and press my fingers to her clit. A groan slips out of me. So fucking wet.

She gasps, clutching the edge of the table as I rub her clit and press my mouth to her throat. Leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, I suck and lick, pulling moans out of her parted lips, relishing in the power I have to make her feel good.

Slowly, I take a step back, and she huffs in disapproval. “Michael…”

“Patience, baby.” I peck her lips and then get on my knees.

With both hands beneath her skirt now, I slide her panties off. She lifts her hips, helping me, and once they land on the floor, I pull her toward me and bury my face in her pussy. I suck her clit into my mouth, and when I release it, she moans, the loud sound echoing off the walls.

“Fuck, you’re so good.”

I lap at her, tasting her, devouring her like a thirsty man who hasn’t had a drink in days. She’s fucking soaked, her juices covering my face. It only spurs me on, urging me to pull her to me more, her legs dangling over my shoulders.

“God, I’ve missed the taste of you,” I murmur against her clit. “You taste so fucking sweet, like you were made just for me.”

While my tongue circles and curls around her little nub, I slip a finger inside her, then add another. I fuck her slowly at first, but once I’m knuckles deep, I pick up the pace.

Her whimpers are the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.

“I’m gonna…” She trails off, her pussy spasming around my fingers. Her body trembles, and she tries to close her knees, but I don’t let her. I continue ravishing her clit, prolonging her orgasm, letting her ride it out.

Once she goes limp, I put my fingers in my mouth and lick them clean, refusing to waste a single drop of her arousal. Then, I get to my feet, place my hands flat on the table on either side of her hips, and lean over her.

She puts her hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face down until our lips collide.

The passion with which she kisses me makes my head spin.

“I want your dick inside me,” she whispers against my lips.

Rearing back, I study her face. My cock is ready to explode, and there isn’t a bit of hesitation in her expression. In the last two years, my desire to have her has only grown stronger.

“Are you still on the pill?”

She smiles, her eyes hooded with desire. “Yeah.”

With a single step back, I unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. I push them down, revealing my throbbing cock. Her lips part, and her blue irises flare with heat as she watches me. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She always has been, but now that she’s mine for good, she’s the closest thing to perfection I can imagine.