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Her slim fingers skimmed under my shirt to stroke the contours of my stomach. I flexed, knowing she couldn’t see it, but she would feel it and she’d like it. She made a little hum of approval and then suddenly whisked my shirt up and over my head. She flashed me a wide, mischievous grin, looking as proud of herself as a magician pulling off a magic trick. I almost expected her to sayta-da!
But what she said was, “God, look at you. You’re beautiful.”
I looked down. I wasn’t all that interested in looking at myself, but looking atherlooking at me, with all that heated lust in her eyes? Yeah, I liked that a lot.
She unhooked her bra behind her back and flung it aside while I tugged her dress down over her hips. Her underwear followed. Now she was completely naked, a feast of creamy skin that made my mouth water. She tried to scoot under the covers but I grabbed her hips and dragged her back toward my hungry mouth.
And licked.
And licked again.
Fuck. Yes.
She moaned. Her fingers drove through my hair, digging into my scalp, urging me on. And, God, I loved it. Loved how she turned wild, loved how her hips rose and slammed against my mouth when I circled her clit with my tongue.
She lurched forward suddenly, her body arching off the bed, chanting, “Yes, yes, oh, God, yes.” When she slumped back down again, boneless, I gave her one last, savoring lick. She shuddered and relaxed. Her fingers sifted through my hair as she looked at me with half-shut eyes. “Come here.”
I obeyed, shucking my jeans in record time. I lowered myself over her, pressing my hard dick against her slick folds, grinding down, anything to relieve the desperate ache as I fumbled through the dresser drawer for a condom. And then, finally, my fingertips made contact with the foil square.
I rolled to my side to take care of protection, but she followed. Her nails scratched along my back while her mouth pressed damp kisses to my neck. Suddenly, being inside her was more than want, it was a goddamned imperative. Ineeded. Now.
I pushed her back, her head landing on the soft pillow. She looked up at me, eyes full of laughter and lust. I nudged against her entrance, watched that elegant neck arch in response, and then I was inside her and everything was right in my world.
“Missed you,” I whispered against her ear. “Missed you so goddamned much.” I hadn’t meant to say it, but it was the truth.
She didn’t answer. Her legs locked around my hips as I thrusted again and I figured that meant she felt the same. The words would have been nice, but I’d take what I could get. And fuck, she felt good. Pleasure crackled and burned. I was close. I knew I should slow down, make it last a little longer, but instead I went faster. I needed her to come, now, before I lost control all together. Slipping a hand between us, I found her clit, rubbed it with my thumb, and that was it. Everything in her tightened around me and she cried out.
Sensation exploded and I came in scalding bursts of pleasure. “Nora.” I held on tight but it didn’t stop, wave after wave, until I collapsed on top of her.
“Oof,” she said. And giggled.
I love you.
The truth of it rang out like a clap of thunder. I loved her. How the hell had that happened? And yet…now that I knew it, it seemed ridiculous that I had ever thought this could be just a temporary fling. It was inevitable. I loved her.
But there was no way on God’s green earth that I was fool enough to tell her.
I awoke to an empty bed and light streaming through the window. I should fix that. Get some curtains. Drag Nora back to bed. Not necessarily in that order.
I sat up and found her several feet from the bed, fully dressed, her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, staring at the wall.
“Come back to bed,” I said hopefully.
She turned. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry. I’m used to getting up early to get to work. My internal alarm clock doesn’t believe in weekends. If the sun’s up, I’m up.”
“Come back to bed. We don’t have to sleep.”
She ignored this. “You hung pictures.”
Her voice sounded weird. Not angry or sad or any other simple emotion. Just…weird. “Yeah. I don’t like blank walls. The photos are by a friend. He does adventure photography.”
“Oh.” She sipped her coffee. “So you hung pictures even though you’re leaving in a month?”
“I might stay a little longer. For my dad.”
“Oh,” she said again.
Something was off, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Then she offered me a bright smile, and everything seemed right again. “What are we doing this morning?”
