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  Chapter 32

  Alex

  I couldn’t believe how much I had missed the man. My body reacted to his kiss the same way it had the first time he kissed me. It was like taking the first deep breath outside on a cool morning. It invigorated me. Every nerve and cell in my body suddenly felt alive. My hands slid up and down his back, moving to his arms, tactically taking him in at the same time as my mouth devoured his.

  I couldn’t get enough of him. I was starving for him. His hands went to my hips, holding me steady as his broad chest pushed against me, threatening to topple me backward. He was just as ravenous as I was. He pulled his mouth away from mine, breathing hard as he reached one hand up to stroke the hair away from my face.

  “Sorry,” he rasped.

  “Don’t be.”

  “This isn’t what I expected,” he said, his eyes looking into mine. “I wanted it, you, this, but I didn’t plan this.”

  I smiled. “Shh, don’t ruin it by talking.”

  He grinned. “You’re okay with this?”

  “Yes. Now, I think we were in the middle of something before you so rudely stopped. Don’t stop. Don’t ask permission. I’m good. This is good. I want this.”

  He hissed through his teeth. “Fuck. You have no fucking idea how badly I want this. You’ve haunted my dreams. I think about touching you, being inside you, and I grow hard with wanting you.”

  His words caressed over me. I was done with the talking. I wanted him. I reached for the back of his head and held him steady, covering his mouth with my own. I needed him like a wheat field needed rain. I had felt myself wilting when I was away from him. Having him back in my arms made me feel alive, rejuvenated, and I wasn’t about to let him get away.

  One of his strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to the very edge of the counter and against his very obvious erection. I groaned, squirming and rubbing myself against him. Without heavy denim fabric between us, things were far more sensitive. I felt sexy and wanton in the dress. I felt like a woman.

  My hands moved to his chest, caressing the muscles I felt before moving over his flat stomach. His shirt was tucked into his pants, blocking me from sliding my hands inside. I yanked once, then again, freeing the shirt and pushing it up. His arms went straight up, allowing me to slide the shirt up, our mouths briefly separating before slamming back together as he took over losing his shirt.

  My hands roamed over his chest, touching and absorbing the heat emanating from his body. His hands slid over my thighs, pushing the dress up as he slid higher and higher. His hands spanned the width of my thighs, squeezing and massaging as his mouth plundered mine. I was ready for him. I needed him before I spontaneously combusted.

  His hands left my thighs, going around to my back and finding the zipper. He slid it down, his fingertips brushing over my heated skin as he pulled it forward. I helped him pull it off, the bodice dropping to rest in my lap.

  “Oh shit,” he breathed, his hands cupping my breasts through the black lace bra.

  My back arched, pushing my breasts into his hands. Once again, his hand reached behind me, flicking the bra strap and freeing my breasts from their restraints. He pulled the bra off me before bending low and sucking one pert nipple into his mouth. I gasped, my head dropping back and my breasts thrusting upward, directly into his face.

  He lavished my breasts, kneading and suckling until I was convinced I would orgasm without him ever touching me between my legs. “Damion,” I begged. “Please.”

  Instinctively, he knew what I was asking for. His hand slid between my legs, the back of his knuckles brushing over the damp cloth shielding me from his touch. I whimpered, sliding closer to him. With a little wiggling and maneuvering, he slid my panties down my legs, letting them drop to the floor. I needed to touch him and went after the belt buckle with gusto. I managed to get it undone before flicking the button open and sliding his zipper down. My hand slid under the waistband of his briefs. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, squeezing and tugging him toward me.

  He pushed his pants down, leaving them hovering around his ankles. I could feel him trembling. Maybe it was me. The need for him consumed me to the point I was dizzy with it. I opened my legs, pulling his thick cock toward my opening. He hesitated. I knew he was going to ask if I was sure. I slammed my mouth over his, my hands dropping to his ass and pulling him toward me—inside me.

  The tip slid inside with no resistance. I was already wet with want for him. He pushed in farther, stretching me as his body joined with mine. I let out a breath, the kind you let out when you finally got something you’d been dying for all day. My arms hugged him close, his going around me and doing the same. He held me close to him, his cock buried deep inside me.

  Neither of us moved, simply relishing in that moment of being joined together, flesh against flesh. “You feel so good,” he breathed.

  “I missed you—this,” I told him.

  He thrust once. “This. You missed my cock inside you?”

  I nodded, licking my lips once. “Yes. This.”

  He thrust again, my body scooting backward on the counter. Another hard thrust pulled a gasp from my lips. I grabbed his shoulders, holding on as the thrusting grew harder and faster.

  “Fuck, I can’t get enough of this,” he growled, his hand sliding into my hair and pulling. My head went back, exposing my neck. His mouth dropped, nibbling on my flesh while he fucked me.

  My nails scored his back, digging in as I moved down to squeeze his firm ass, pulling him deeper inside me with every thrust. The sound of our ragged breathing filled the small kitchen. I let myself tumble into the world of lust and uninhibited desire. I gave over to the need spurring me toward an orgasm I knew would rock my world.

  He pulled me off the counter, my legs wrapping around him as he held me close. My breasts pushed against his hard chest. I writhed over him, sliding against him and taking him deeper inside me.

  “I need more,” I breathed. “Please.”

  He lifted me off his dick, dropping me to my feet before spinning me around. My hands gripped the edge of the counter as one of his big hands spanned the width of my lower back. He gently pushed, silently ordering me to bend forward. He flipped the skirt of my dress up, one hand still against my back, his other hand caressing over my ass before moving down the back of my thigh.

  I shuddered under the gentle touch. His hand moved to the inside of my thigh, pushing my legs apart. I let out a breath, a contented sigh, as he guided his cock back to my slick opening. He slowly pushed inside, both of us relishing in the rejoining.

  “Yes, like that,” he rasped the words. His hand moved into my hair, bunching it up in his fist as he pushed all the way inside me. My head went back as he gently tugged my hair. His other hand rested on my hip.

  I was at his mercy. With any other man, I would have been terrified. I never let go. I never gave up control. I liked him dominating me. I gave over to being submissive.

  “Harder,” I begged.

  “What do you want?” he growled.

  “I want it harder. Rock me. Fuck me.”

  He roared, his body jackhammering into me. “This!” he shouted. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes!” I cried out, letting go of all inhibitions. I wanted to be loud. I wanted to be that girl that screamed when she came.

  “Fuck!” he shouted out.

  His body rammed into mine, pushing me against the kitchen counter. His hand fisted in my hair pulled harder, my head going back as I looked up at the ceiling. He let go of my hair, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me against him. His mouth clamped down on my shoulder, biting and sucking at the same time.

  It was the last straw. It was the cherry on top of the best god damn ice cream sundae ever. The culmination of his touches and caresses and the fucking exploded through me. My body arched before I fell forward, bending at the waist and holding myself up with my hands pressed against the kitchen counter.

  His body drove into mine, o
ver and over. I cried out, shouting his name. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he roared. His deep, manly voice echoed around the room. Hearing him letting go of his proper manners made my pussy clench down on him.

  I slapped my hand against the countertop as my body burst into a million pieces around him. Our combined shouts of pleasure and vulgar cursing echoed around my tiny kitchen. It was easily one of the wildest and most satisfying sexual encounters of my life.

  His hand ran down my spine before he pulled himself out of me, leaving me feeling empty and depleted. I stood up, letting my skirt fall over my ass before turning around, my arm across my naked breasts. In the bright light of my kitchen, I suddenly felt very shy.

  I asked the first thing that came to mind. “Are you still hungry?”

  He chuckled. “I’m not sure that steak will be any good, but we can heat it up.”

  I found my bra and quickly put it on while he pulled up his pants. Whenever I was alone with the man, my clothes seemed to fall off. “Maybe we can take a rain check?” I offered.

  “You sure?” he said with a smile.

  I shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

  “Alex, is everything okay?”

  “Yes, sure,” I answered, my voice an octave higher than usual. I moved to walk away. He stopped me, grabbing my arm.

  “Hey,” he said, using his thumb to push my chin up. I looked into his eyes, getting lost in those blue orbs. “I’m sorry if I pushed you. I didn’t mean—”

  “Stop. It’s okay. I’m just thinking we should probably get back to your place.”

  Inside, I was terrified. The man made me feel a certain way. A way that scared me and excited me at the same time. I wanted him again already. That wasn’t normal.

  “Okay,” he agreed, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose. “But I am really hungry.”

  I laughed. “We can stop by the convenience store. A yummy burrito sounds good.”

  “Burritos, it is.”

  I doublechecked to make sure everything was off and followed him out the door. It wasn’t exactly the way I had seen our evening going. I was supposed to be telling him how much I wanted to be with him. Instead, I was doing what I did best. I was running and avoiding. It was so much easier. And safer.

  We stopped and got our burritos, using the microwave in the store to cook them. Then, we sat in his car and ate them. It was an unconventional date, but he didn’t seem to be too bothered by things.

  “I did miss you,” I quietly said as he drove back to his place.

  “I missed you,” he answered, glancing over to look at me. “Why didn’t you call?”

  I smiled. “Why didn’t you call?”

  He laughed. “Okay, okay.”

  “This is good, right? We’re good?”

  He nodded. “I’m good.”

  It wasn’t exactly the adult, meaningful conversation I had set out to have, but I felt like it was enough. We were okay with the way things were. I didn’t want to mess things up by trying to put words to what was happening between us.

  I wanted to just take it slow and easy and let it happen organically.

  Chapter 33

  Damion

  Life was good. I wasn’t nearly as lonely as I had been a week ago. It was strange. I didn’t talk to Alex all that much, but knowing she was in the same state made a huge difference. We texted off and on throughout the day. Nothing deep or incredibly personal, but it was nice to know she was around. It made a world of difference in my attitude.

  I was smiling as I swung the hammer, driving the nail into the strip of wood I was using to fix the hole in the barn. I had taken off my shirt some time ago. The barn was hot as hell and I had been sweating like a damn pig. As soon as I got back from picking up Oliver, I was ordering a giant fan to put in the barn. I imagined a long, hot summer working in the barn and did not look forward to busting my ass in the heat. I needed some of the creature comforts I had grown accustomed to during my time in the city.

  I heard a truck coming and immediately knew it was her. With the hammer still in my hand, I walked out of the barn to see her jumping out of her truck. She was in her usual faded jeans and tee. It was so her and so damn sexy. I loved the dress. That had been hot. But the Alex I really liked was the one walking toward me wearing a sexy smile.

  “Hey, handsome,” she called out.

  I grinned. “Hey, sexy.”

  She laughed. “You look hot and sweaty.”

  I looked down at my bare chest covered in a sheen of sweat. “I am both things.”

  She stopped in front of me. “What have you been doing to get all hot and sweaty?”

  The way she asked it was full of innuendo. I liked that she could openly flirt with me. I raked my eyes over her body. “Thinking about you.”

  She laughed. “Damn, that must have been a hell of a fantasy.”

  “You have no idea. I could show you, if you’d like.”

  She grinned. “Maybe not. That barn has seen enough already.”

  I shrugged. “Suit yourself. What brings you by?”

  “I thought I would see what you and Oliver were up to later,” she said.

  I turned and headed for the barn with her walking alongside me. “Oh, our social calendar is packed full,” I teased.

  “Oh my god!” she exclaimed when we walked in.

  “What?” I asked looking around.

  “You’ve done a lot of work in here. I’m impressed.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Seriously, this farming thing is really working out for you. I didn’t think you’d pick it up so quickly.”

  I shrugged one shoulder. “It’s like riding a bike. I told you it would all come back to me.”

  “I guess so,” she said, approval in her tone.

  I couldn’t explain why, but having her approval meant a lot. I wanted her to see me as a strong capable man in all things. It made me feel good, knowing I had managed to impress her. Even if it was only for doing something that was relatively basic.

  “So, about later?” I asked, steering her back to her reason for dropping by.

  “Oh, yes, I was wondering if you and Oliver would like to hang out at the fair tonight.”

  “Fair?” I asked. “Aren’t those in the summer?”

  She shrugged a shoulder and turned back to face me. “The big county fair is in the summer, but this is more of a carnival, I guess you could say. It isn’t quite as big but it can be fun.”

  “That sounds like fun. Oliver would love to go. When is it?”

  “It runs through the weekend.”

  “What are you doing right now?” I asked her.

  She smiled. “Staring at your shirtless body.”

  I offered her a sexy smile. “I wouldn’t mind staring at your shirtless body.”

  She giggled, the sound washing over me and making me forget all about my work in the barn. I stepped toward her, putting a hand on her hip and dropping a kiss on her lips. As much as I wanted her, I couldn’t. I didn’t have the time.

  “Was that a yes?” she asked, slightly out of breath.

  “It was an absolute yes. I need to get cleaned up and go pick up Oliver from school.”

  She licked her lips, nodding. “Okay.”

  “Do you want to go with me? He’d love to see you. Unless you’ve got something else to do.”

  She looked thoughtful for a second. “I have nothing else to do. I’ve kind of been taking it easy all week. I’d love to tag along.”

  “Great. I’d love to invite you to share a shower with me, but it has to be a quick shower. With you naked and wet, there will be nothing quick about the shower.”

  She burst into laughter, her cheeks turning red. “Go! You’re terrible, by the way.”

  “Not terrible, but maybe a little horny. I think we could squeeze in a really, really fast quickie.”

  I stepped toward her, only to have her put her hand on my chest and push me back. I looked down at her palm pressed against
my bare chest. The heat of her hand seared my skin, branding me with her touch. Our eyes met and that same passion I had felt for her the first time in the barn burned between us. We stared at each other for several long, heated seconds before her hand dropped away.

  “You should probably get that shower,” she whispered.

  She was right. Damn the timing of her arrival. I would have loved to spend some quality time with her. “I’ll be done in ten. Wait inside?”

  “Sure,” she said, her cheeks flushed.

  I was going to be taking a very cold shower. Together, we walked inside. I left her in the living room before heading for the shower. I was thrilled she had stopped by and invited us to hang out. I wasn’t sure where we stood and was almost afraid to ask her to dinner or over to hang out. I didn’t want to risk her fleeing the state again.

  I quickly showered, rinsing away the sweat and dirt before dressing in a pair of casual khakis and a clean black tee. When I walked into the living room, she was staring at the picture of me and my grandfather from graduation. Oliver had insisted we keep it in the living room.

  “I’m ready.”

  “You haven’t aged all that much,” she commented.

  I laughed. “Besides the salt and pepper thing I’ve got going on?”

  She grinned. “It’s dashing. It makes you look wise and debonair.”

  “You mean old. It makes me look old.”

  Her laughter made me smile. “I guess I have a thing for old guys.”

  “Thanks,” I muttered. “We’ll take my car, if you don’t mind. It already has his booster seat in it.”

  “Works for me.” We climbed inside my car. I noticed her looking at the dash and running her hand over the leather seat. “Nice. No wonder you prefer to drive this.”

  I laughed. “It’s just easier with the car seat and all. I only drove the pickup a few times. It feels strange to drive it.”

  “I think he would want you to drive it.”

  I didn’t answer. I wasn’t really sure what he would have wanted. Over the past month, I had begun to see I didn’t know him as well as I used to or as well as I should have. There was a disconnect between us that I had never gotten the chance to fix.