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“Whatcha doing, babe? Isn’t it too early for coffee?”
Seth has me cornered against the kitchen counter, trapping me with his hips and his one good arm. Can’t believe the action this kitchen has seen in the past weeks. This apartment.
This body. This heart.
I turn against him, our bodies aligning, pressing together, his hard length digging into my stomach.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I whisper.
The only light on is a small lamp on the kitchen table. Outside the window, dawn hasn’t broken yet.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
I smile up at him. “Nothing’s wrong. My mind was too busy to let me sleep, I guess.”
“Busy with what?”
“Everything that has happened. The changes in my life.” I wink at him. “You.”
“So I’m the one not letting you sleep?” He seems pleased by that. Maybe it’s because I rise on tiptoe to kiss him. “I can help you take your mind off things,” he whispers.
“Hm-mm.” I brush my mouth over his, and he groans.
“Fuck, babe.” He grabs my hip, pushes me up until I’m sitting on the counter. Then he tugs on my sleeping shorts and panties, tearing a seam in the process.
I don’t care. All I care about are his hands on me, his desire for me. He’s lifting my top now, and I raise my arms, helping him get it off me.
“Perfect,” he breathes. He pushes down his briefs and his hard-on bumps against my hip. “So sexy.”
I wrap my legs around his lean hipbones, my arms around his neck, and grin at him. “Hi, handsome.”
“So you think I’m handsome?”
Like he has to ask. “Yep. And hot. And amazing in every way.” I lick my lips when his eyes turn dark with arousal and something else, something that looks like joy. “Take me. Need you.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He grabs his cock, tugs on it, eyes half-closing. “Are you mine?”
“Only yours.”
“And I’m yours, babe.” He’s breathing heavily now. After a few more tugs, he releases himself and reaches for something on top of the fridge.
I laugh. “That your new stashing place?”
“Laugh all you want.” He grunts as he tears the foil package open with his teeth and drags the condom on. “While you still can.”
“Sounds like a threat.” My core clenches. I bury my fingers in the fine hair at the back of his neck, tug lightly.
He licks at my mouth. “Not a threat. A promise.”
His cock slides against my belly, then he guides it lower, between my legs. Drags it over my opening, pushes inside an inch.
“Oh God.” I hold on to him. It’s hot. It’s delicious. “Yes.”
Need more.
As if reading my mind, he pushes deeper, a long, world-shattering slide of hard, hot flesh into my spasming core.