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Well. When she puts it that way, I’m not about to argue.

Instead, I let myself sink the rest of the way into her.

And oh, how it feels.

It doesn’t just feel amazing. It feels like coming home.

“Mel,” I breathe. “You feel… Shit. I don’t have the words.”

The emotion in her eyes makes my heart tug again. “I know,” she replies. “I know.”

Then her hands come to my ass, and she lets out a light laugh.

“What?” I ask.

“I’ve thought about doing this,” she answers. “Seeing you in those mesh pants you work out in…”

I pull slightly out of Mel, then sink back in. “What about my workout pants?”

“They’re really sexy. The way they cling to your butt and all. They make me think about all the things I want to do to you.”

“Oh?” My voice dips. “What sort of things were you thinking about?”

“Not just things I want to do to you,” Mel explains. “But things I’ve imagined you doing to me, too.”

My dick twitches inside her. “Like what?”

Mel stares at me for a second. “Making you come with my mouth. And you doing the same. Having you restrain me. And maybe…” She blushes. “I could try doing it to you, too.”

Ah, shit.

My plan was to last until Mel comes again. But now, with her fantasies fresh in my mind, I’m not sure.

No. I will. And then…

“We’ll do all of it,” I tell her. “Anything you want to try, we’ll do it.”

CHAPTER 14

MELISSA

I can’t remember the last time I felt so at peace.

As I lean back in my chair, I take a cleansing breath of the crisp morning air, clearing away the last remnants of sleep.

Oranges and golds filter through the trees, casting intricate patterns of light on the dewy grass. The shadows of night are gradually fading as the sun emerges above the horizon. A soft breeze catches the branches overhead, whispering through them.

In the distance, two birds call to each other—first strident, then warbling.

A chill moves across my bare arms, making me shiver. But it’s not a chill of fear or unease, like I’ve so often felt in the past. It’s a chill that brings with it anticipation for the warmth of Tyler’s body that awaits me inside.

Smiling to myself, I imagine crawling back into bed—Tyler’s bed, this time, not the one in the guest bedroom I’ve been using since I came to stay here—and snuggling against him. I can practically feel his heat seeping into me as he takes me into his arms. I can picture his gaze, still languid from sleep, softening as it meets mine.

We’ll kiss; sweetly at first, and then more passionately.

Our hands will start wandering. Exploring. Memorizing the feel of each other—my soft curves and Tyler’s hard muscles, the lines of our features, and how our bodies react as our desire builds.

Then we’ll take off the last of our clothes. Just a pair of mesh shorts for Tyler, and the oversized T-shirt and shorts I borrowed from him last night rather than going back to the guest room to find something of my own. “I love seeing you in my clothes,” he said, with a proprietary gleam in his eyes. “Anything you want to wear of mine, it’s yours.”