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My fingers pull at his hair as his hand travels down my belly. He looks at me with the same heady desire coursing through my veins.

“Look at me. I need your eyes on me, Max.”

It takes everything in me and then some to lift my head and focus on him.

I bite my lip when I feel him pull my panties to the side. When his thumb lightly presses against my clit, a helpless sound escapes me.

“On me, baby. Eyes on me,” he rasps, licking his lips when I obey and open my legs a little wider.

Milo’s gaze never wavers from mine as he rubs slow circles over my clit, adding pressure whenever he wants to hear another whimper from me. My heart drums wildly, my pulse surging with every little touch.

I forgot how good this feels. I forgot how incredible a man’s touch can be.

No. Not any man. Just Milo.

When he slides two fingers inside me, his thumb still working my clit, a cry tears from my throat, loud enough for anyone near the lake to hear. Still, I don’t care.

“That’s it. Give it to me, Max. Let me hear how beautiful you sound when you come for me.”

My nails sink into his shoulders as he continues to torture me with each delicious stroke of his fingers.

“I’m close,” I breathe. “I’m so close.”

“I got you.”

He hooks his fingers inside me, his thumb adding delicious pressure to my clit.

It’s too much and somehow still not enough.

I need… I need more.

Milo must sense my frustration because, before I know it, his lips are on mine, devouring me in a way that somehow makes me feel cherished and owned all at once.

I come apart instantly in his arms, my orgasm crashing through me in wave after wave. It feels like my soul has been ripped straight out of my body, only to land safely in his hands.

I’m not sure how long it takes me to come down from the high he just gave me. But when I do, all I can do is laugh. Laugh like I haven’t in years.

And when I finally settle down, I look at him again and find everything I need staring back at me.

I press my forehead to his and breathe him in.

“Come to my reading tomorrow,” I say. “It would mean a lot to me if you were there.”

“You didn’t even have to ask.”

Chapter 20

Fairhope, 20th September 2013

“Okay, spill,” Sienna says beside me as we walk down the school hall. “You’ve been awfully cheery all week. What’s up with that?”

“Can’t a girl be happy for once?”

“In Fairhope? Fuck no.” Sienna snorts as if I’ve just said the most idiotic thing ever.

“Well, I’m happy. School is going great, I haven’t found any nasty notes in my locker this week, and tonight I’m going to a football game. All in all, I’m living every high school girl’s dream,” I retort sarcastically.

“Ha! Now I get it. You’re off to see Golden Boy tonight. It all makes sense. For a second there, I thought you were keeping some big secret from me.”