I truly don’t.
Not when she’s angling her body and her head exactly right to brush her lips against mine.
“So fucking infuriating,” she repeats.
I love you too, Addie Bloom.
But I don’t say it.
I know better.
She doesn’t know yet that love is what this is. And this time, I’ll give her the time to figure it out.
In the meantime, I take advantage of her lips on mine, and I twist my body into hers. Let myself lick those delicious lips. Curl my fingers into her wet ponytail. Drown in the soft sounds of her surrender as she parts her lips and sinks deeper into kissing me.
Fuck yes.
I could be trapped anywhere, anytime, and I’ll be fine if I’m kissing Addie.
And fuck me, I’ve missed this.
Her.
I’ve missed her.
She doesn’t half-ass anything in her life. Not coaching. Not volunteering. Even when I was just a fling to her, she didn’t hold back when we were alone together.
And she’s not holding back now either.
She crawls into my lap and pushes my wet shirt up over my abs, over my chest, until I have no choice but to lift my arms and take the damn thing off.
Her hands roam over my still-wet skin, hot against the chilly air that’s giving me goosebumps.
Her touch is giving me goosebumps too.
“Shouldn’t be doing this,” she says against my mouth.
“Why not?”
“Always ends poorly.” She nips at my lower lip.
“Problem for later.”
Much later.
Definitely not a problem when she’s straddling my hips, rubbing her sweet pussy against my rock-hard cock while I stroke my hands down her thighs.
I love the power in her body. Her curves. Her muscles. Her buttery-soft skin. Her plump lips caressing mine.
She could be right. This could end poorly. Again.
But if it doesn’t—if it doesn’t, we could be magnificent.
Her tongue touches mine, and my balls tighten.
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
“Should…not…do…this,” she says as she grinds her pelvis harder against my aching cock, dipping her head to bite my shoulder.
