What is pain when Duncan’s tongue is slipping between my lips and touching mine?
Mygod.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve missedhim.
He smells faintly like English breakfast tea, and his shirt is still crisp and smooth under my fingers. His five o’clock shadow is the finest sandpaper against my mouth, and the wall of muscles pressed against my chest is everything.
He makes me feel safe.
He makes me feel sexy.
He makes me feel loved.
It should be the most terrifying thought, but there’s nothing terrifying about trusting Duncan.
“Are you sure?” he says against my mouth.
“Only with you.”
His erection pulses against my belly while he tugs on my hair, pulling my head to one side. “I love being your only.”
His lips trace a line down the tendon in my exposed neck while his hands explore my ass. My heart is pounding. My nerves are buzzing. My clit aches.
I want him.
I want him naked and sweaty and talking dirty to me in my bed.
I want him quiet and relaxed with his head in my lap while we watch movies after a long day.
I want him smiling and laughing while we trade our favorite stories about pranks and mischief and our childhoods and families.
I don’t need him.
But Iwanthim.
He peels the left side of my cardigan off my shoulder, following the fabric with his mouth while I make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. His body radiates heat. I shiver at the skim of his fingertips against my arm as he gently pulls my cardigan all the way off, letting it drop to the floor, taking extra care with my left shoulder.
“Much better,” he murmurs. “I love your arms. They’re fucking gorgeous.”
Addie’s so big.It’s not feminine to have such broad shoulders. She should play the Beast.
“Say it again,” I whisper.
His fingers stroke down both of my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “You have the most incredible arms and I fucking adore them. And these collarbones… They drive me fucking mad.”
He nips at my right collarbone.
My breasts swell while my nipples tighten.
I believe him.
He thinks I’m sexy. Attractive. Beautiful, even.
My eyes burn. I distract myself by tugging his shirt out of his pants, then discard it the same way he removed my cardigan. Off one shoulder, then the other, until it falls to the ground. “You’re not half bad yourself.”
God, Addie.
