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“I’m glad you like them.” She smiled, her body relaxing against him.

“For you to dig that deep and remember something we spoke about that first day made me see how much you listen to me. It made me realize how much I missed you, and how much I love you.”

Alana’s brown eyes grew wide as she studied him. When she didn’t move, he began to grow nervous.

He had never confessed his love to anyone before.

Wasn’t she supposed to say something back?

“L–London,” she stuttered. “Oh my God. I love you too.”

Bending his head down, he crushed his lips to hers. She slid her hands up along his chest and wrapped them around the base of his neck, holding him in place as she pressed her curvy body close.

London basked in the taste of her. It had been so long since he held her in his arms, tasted her, that he felt as if he had just been allowed back into heaven.

He never wanted to be away from her again.

Her hips rocked against his, her moans fueling the fire he had for her. His cock grew heavy, straining against his pants.

London gripped her hips and grinded against her, wanting her to feel what she did to him.

Pulling away from her, he chuckled at her whimper of protest as he bent down and scooped her up into his arms. He made his way through the house, heading straight for the master bedroom.

Food could wait.

They had a lot of making up to do.

Alana gasped as her back hit the mattress. Once London had gotten her inside the bedroom, he’d wasted no time in getting both of them naked. She leaned up on her elbows and watched him crawl over to her. Her core clenched with need. The feral look in his eyes took her breath away.

She had taken a big chance in coming here, not knowing how he had reacted to the gifts she had sent. He hadn’t called her, and she hadn’t been bold enough to try to call him. She had figured she would let her gifts speak for her.

Alana had been so nervous, she was nauseas. Ever since she decided she was going to fight for him, she couldn’t shake the feeling.

Widening her legs to allow him to rest between them, his hardened member brushed against her slick core, eliciting a moan from her.

She had missed him so much. Her body ached for his touch.

He captured her lips again, this kiss hard and unforgiving.

The short time they had spent apart was too long.

Deepening the kiss, London pressed his tongue inside. Stroking his tongue with hers, she wrapped her arms around him, needing more. Her body was awake, and demanding he take her.

London tore his lips from hers and began blazing a trail along her jawline. Her hips rotated against his, feeling his cock brush the entrance of her lips.

She whimpered, desperate to feel him stretch her once he slid inside. His warm body pressed against hers was heaven. She loved the weight of him above her.

A gasp escaped her when he gently nipped at her neck.

“I’ve missed you so much, Alana.” She arched her back, thrusting her breasts against him while threading her fingers through his thick hair. He moved farther down her body, stopping at her breasts. He had always made sure he paid close attention to them. Her whimpers grew into cries of ecstasy as he licked, suckled, and nibbled on her aching mounds.

“London.”

Moving from her breasts, he trailed kisses down her stomach. He had never made her feel self-conscious of her soft belly. She wasn’t thin by any means, but he certainly made her feel sexy and wanted.

He finally settled between her legs, and didn’t waste any time in parting her labia and latching onto her clit.

“London!” This time, his name was snatched from her lungs. The sensation of his warm mouth tugging and pulling on her sensitive bud was sending her spiraling.

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