I’m about to argue when he wraps me up in his arms and sits back, pulling me into his lap. He strokes my cheeks with both thumbs and murmurs something he’s probably heard me say a hundred times, “Listen to your heart, Chloe.”

That’s all it takes for the tether on my heart to snap.

10

Xavier

Something shifts in Chloe’s eyes. I can’t tell whether it’s good or bad until she wraps her arms around my neck and sinks into a soul-searing kiss.

Yes.

Adrenaline surges through my body. My heart opens, my stomach floats. South of the border, I’m already hard, have been for what seems like an entire year, and the way she moves her hips against mine makes starbursts rocket through my body. The abandon in her kiss and the heat of her mouth turns all my thoughts to vapor.

One of her hands slides into my hair, her head tips a little more, and she answers my need by spiraling her tongue around mine. I groan into her mouth, slide my hands down her back, grip her hips, and pull her against my erection.

She echoes my moan, then breaks the kiss, breathing fast and shallow. Her light eyes have turned dark, her apprehensive expression now soft. “Promise me we’ll always be friends.”

“I promise. Always.”

“This is just sex,” she insists. “Just…friends with benefits.”

What-the-fuck-ever. I kiss her neck. “Uh-huh.”

“And it stays between us. The crew will never know.”

I bite her earlobe. “You and rules.” But I agree because, damn, I’m turned inside out with need. “Fine.”

“Last one.” She pulls back, cups my face, and lifts my head until I’m meeting her gaze. “It ends when the retreat is over.”

No. That one I’m not going for. “Compromise. You give me your all for the next seven days, and if you still want to call it off, I’ll accept it.”

She’s breathing hard, and I recognize that look on her face. She wants me just as much. “Deal.”

I slide my fingers beneath the edge of her bra and drag it off over her head. It’s not the easiest thing to do when she and her clothes are wet, and we’re both laughing by the time I toss it aside.

But the humor quickly melts as I cup her breasts, making a pillow for my face to press kisses there. I rake my stubble across one nipple before taking it in my mouth an

d soothing it with my lips and tongue. When she breathes a sound somewhere between a purr and a moan, I repeat the move with the other breast. Her hands tighten in my hair, her hips rock against my erection, her breathing comes quicker, her eyes slide closed.

It’s a thrill to see her rise with nothing but my mouth on her tit and my cock pressed between her legs. I want to know if I can make her come with nothing but my mouth on her breasts, but judging by the way she’s riding my erection, that will have to go on my to-do list, along with about twenty other ways I want to make her come.

Right now, she’s headed toward climax, and I want to keep her on that trajectory. I scrape my teeth across one nipple and gently bite down, then suck.

“Fuck,” she murmurs in a whine. I growl against her skin and move to the other breast. Scratch, bite, soothe. The sounds she makes are intoxicating, the way she moves mesmerizing.

“Jesus.” She’s on the edge. Her arms tighten around my head; her cheek rests against my hair. I moan against her skin, adding a vibration across her nipple. Take her hips in my hands and pull her harder against my cock.

She whimpers. Her fingers fist my hair. The sound of pleasure rolls in her throat, and her body goes rigid a split second before the orgasm rocks her in a spasm of shivers.

Even through two layers of clothing, I feel her sex clench.

The thrill courses through my veins—sensations of accomplishment, affection, white-hot lust. In that moment, I know I’ve never wanted a woman like I want Chloe. Levi, Ben, and other friends insist sex is always better with someone you love, and now I know that’s true—even before we have actual sex.

I hold her against me as I get to my feet and carry her inside. Another time, when the property isn’t swarming with retreat attendees, I can think of a dozen places to take Chloe for outdoor sex, but with her ex creeping around, I want to keep things at least semiprivate.

She lifts her head when I step through the door into her bedroom. The space is postage-stamp tiny. Before I set her on her feet, she takes my face in both hands and kisses me.

I continue kissing her as my hands move to her hips and my thumbs find the waistband of her leggings, then drag the wet fabric down her legs. When I’m on my knees, I find myself at eye level with a gorgeous pussy that I have to have.

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