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It’s quiet. Not another soul as far as the eye can see.

Good.

Whirling around, I grab the front of Colt’s shirt and press him up against the door. “You.”

His eyes toggle between mine. “What about me?”

I answer by leaning in and finally slanting my mouth over his.

CHAPTER 30

Unfamiliar Heaven

COLT

Fuck, this is it.

Two heartbeats in, I already know with a bone-deep certainty that this is the best kiss I’ve ever had. Probably the best kiss I ever will have too.

It’s Lainey’s hunger. The way her soft lips pull at mine, drawing a groan from deep in my throat. She sucks gently on my bottom lip, then digs her teeth into it, her breath skating over my skin with an urgency that makes my blood leap.

Her hands are on my neck now, her head pushing up my hat to give us more room to move. My hands are on her hips, her sides, her face. I lean forward a little, spreading my legs. She reads me like a book and steps forward, melting our hips together just the way I like.

I angle my head one way, then another. Pulse thundering when I open my mouth and her tongue licks inside.

She tastes herbal and clean, like tea. No artificial flavors like mint or cherry. She’s just showing up exactly as she is.

She’s showing her hand.

Kissing is the thing I miss most, and I don’t wanna miss you like that.

Here she is, though, confessing she’s gonna miss me like that whether we kiss or not. So she went in for the kill.

She took a risk. One she wasn’t willing to take until now. What changed? Was it my apology?

I have no idea. All I know is that something in me snaps. My control. My patience. My will to live.

Fuck if I know. I just kiss her like this is the last time I’ll get to do it. Because who knows what happens next? I’m not taking any chances.

I’m not holding anything back, even though I’m scared as hell.

I drink her in like a man dying of thirst. I tease her tongue with mine, angling my neck so I can bite the corner of her mouth. She meets me stroke for stroke, going up on her toes as the kiss deepens. My hands find her waist again, then her ass, and I press her into me, groaning at the friction.

The kiss turns messy.

It’s perfect.

It goes on forever and yet not long enough.

She holds my face tenderly, like I’m precious to her. The idea makes my heart seize.

I’m not anyone’s precious anything. I’m a work horse. Steady Eddy. I’m not cherished. I’m relied on.

But here’s Lainey fucking Brown, cherishing me. Her thumb arcs over my cheek, the pinkie of her other hand finding its way behind my ear. It sends a shock of heat through my skin.

I’m hard. From a kiss.

Lainey notices, because she moans into my mouth and rolls her hips. Seeking. Testing.