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Her eyes flash, and she laps her tongue against my palm. The curve of her lips forming a smile beneath my touch is everything.

I drive my hips forward.

Skylar’s nails dig into my nape, and she tightens around me like a fucking dream.

It’s fast and desperate between us; my hips pump into her, keeping her body pressed up against the wall, and I lose any sense of time.

I know it has to be quick. I know I can’t linger here. I know we’re already crossing that line we said we wouldn’t once the snow cleared.

But, holy fuck, this girl is everything.

She keeps squeezing me tighter and tighter, and it’s obvious she’s as wound up in a frenzy as I am. The headiness of this moment is almost too much. My teeth are gritted against the sounds that want to burst out of me, that want to explode in a series of grunts and guttural roars of pleasure in time with my dick. Tingling builds in my balls and at the base of my spine as I feel my climax racing forward.

Skylar’s fingers pull on my hair harder and harder as I feel her body tense up. I drive in deep, thrusting, snapping my hips, chasing the sensation of release we’ve both been in agony without, because I know it’s been the same for her.

I quickly withdraw my hand and replace that point of contact with my mouth. Covering hers with my own in a harsh, desperate kiss. Seeking out her clit, everything is in a race to the finish line, when all I want to do is sink into her over and over. I wish we had hours ahead to indulge in as many orgasms as possible, but this right here, a quick fuck in her shower, is what I’ll take if that’s all I can have of her.

She gasps against my lips, trying her hardest to stay quiet, and I suck down on her tongue as I rub hard over her swollen, slippery clit.

My gorgeous girl, my ultimate temptation, absolutely shatters like a dream. She can’t help the noise she makes into my mouth, and I do my best to swallow it down. As she squeezes the life out of me, like a fist wrapped around my length, my own wave peaks and crashes. My cock throbs as I plunge forward and hold, jerking and pulsing inside her. Cum shoots deep, and it all feels so good; it’s always so good with her, feeling like it goes on and on. Like I can’t stop coming.

She’s still fluttering and rippling around my length. Our mouths are nothing but sloppy kisses as our hearts both thunder in time to the water pounding down.

I just want to keep holding her.

I want to march her to that bed and lick her cunt, to taste both of us there, to hear her moan my name over and over as her thighs clamp down around my head.

Only, we can’t fucking do any of those things.

She has to go downstairs, and I have to make myself scarce once more.

CHAPTER 23

“You need me to do what, with the what?” I blink at Brad. He should know by now I’m not to be trusted with anything important in this kitchen. Any kitchen.

“You’ll be fine, Sky. Just keep an eye on the pan, and if anything starts to stick, just turn it.” He shrugs into his coat, keys jangling. “I gotta go pick up a few more things from the grocery store for the party tomorrow. I’ll be half an hour, tops.”

“Don’t come for me if these meatballs are all burnt to fuck by the time you get back.” I cross my arms and give him a petulant eye roll.

“I have faith in you,” he calls over his shoulder.

“No, you don’t,” I shout after him. “At least bring me back some ice cream, bitch.”

The sound of the front door shutting is all I get in reply. I’m tugging out my phone from my back pocket to text him my demands for rich, chocolatey, frozen goodness, when I feel the heat of a broad chest behind me. The proximity and suddenness make the fine hairs stand up on my arms.

“Are these supposed to be charred?” Luke’s voice is so close it makes me jump.

“What? No …” I spin round in an immediate panic, shoving at his immovable shoulder to get a proper look at the pan. They were fine and sizzling and definitely not burnt two minutes ago. “All I did was check my phone; they can’t be burnt already.”

That’s when I realize what’s really going on. The mountain of a man beside me has his hand over his mouth, dark eyes twinkling with mirth.

Lucas Rhodes is laughing at me.

“Oh. Not funny. Not funny at all.” I pout.

“You’re cute. Grab yourself a drink, and I’ll keep an eye on all this.” Luke nudges my hip with his thigh and I suck in a sharp breath. My eyes immediately fly up to check our surroundings, but the house is quiet. We’re the only ones here.

“Flinn’s down at their place. I just saw him as I left the stables, and Brad won’t be back for a little bit longer.” He absently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and I just about dissolve into a puddle on the floor, right there, in the middle of the kitchen.