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I nod, looking up. “Do you have anything?”

“A condom?” He nods. “I should probably check it to make sure it’s not expired first.”

“Been a while?”

He shrugs, reaching for his wallet on the counter. He flips it open and reads the foil packet. “It’s been a bit. Not expired for another month.”

My brows rise. “Is that safe?”

“I think so. I can pull out though.”

I nod. “That would probably be smart.”

He shoves the condom in his pocket and picks me up abruptly, lifting me from the table. Alarmed, I grab his shoulders to steady myself. He’s very tall, taller than he seems when I’m beside him, and my head is almost to the ceiling. Our mouths meet, and this time, I taste myself on his tongue.

He moans. I grip the front of his t-shirt.

Faintly, I’m aware he’s taking me to his bedroom. I could stop this now, and I won’t have to wake up and face him the next day. But I don’t, because my shoulders are tired from carrying so much, and I want this one thing for myself. I have plenty of problems, but I’m still standing. He can be another one I won’t think about until the sun comes up.

He kicks the door shut behind us. We fall on the bed together, and he shoves his knee between my thighs, against my pussy. His tongue is in my mouth. Instinctively, I start grinding my pussy on his leg, and my hands slide into his hair. He smells good, feels good, tastes good. My head is so empty, but for the first time, my chest doesn’t ache the way it has for months.

He breaks away, panting, eyes glazed.

“Can I go down on you again?”

I laugh, delirious. “You can just go down, don’t have to ask.”

He does, pushing me up against the pillows. He buries his head between my thighs, and I touch the hand curling around my knee. Gently, I run my touch over the faint rise of the ink beneath his skin. He has a worn out pine tree outline there, and I can feel where the ink sits. He moans, fumbling for my fingers, gripping my wrist and pinning it down.

God, I love that. He’s very good at this—I come again, this time from just his tongue. The pleasure is shorter, but more powerful. It leaves me wrung out like a rag. He lifts his head and kisses me, like he wants me to taste what he did. Our bodies meld together. He pulls me beneath him, and I grip the bottom of his t-shirt, working it over his head. Underneath, he’s perfect. Lean, warm, a few odd tattoos here and there. A light spattering of hair on his chest that I follow down to his belt, tugging down his zipper.

His mouth is on the side of my neck.

I slip my fingers beneath his boxer-briefs. My fingers curl around his erection. Hard, hot. His heartbeat throbs in my grip.

“Fuck,” he moans.

Gently, I stroke my hand from tip to base. He’s generously endowed, but more than that, it just feels right. His hips move, grinding into my palm. I moan, his mouth on my neck. I’ve never felt so close with anyone before, and it’s blowing my mind.

“You want to fuck?” he breathes.

“Yeah,” I whisper, certain. “Yeah, I do.”

CHAPTER SIX

COEN

I strip down, kneeling between her legs to roll the condom on. I actually don’t know what the fuck I’m doing by falling into bed with her one day after meeting, but I do know that for the first time in a while, I don’t feel like I’m watching my life on a TV screen. My entire body is prickling, awake and alive. Hell, I’ve got sweat on my back and butterflies in my stomach.

This is real, and I’m right in the action instead of standing in a haze off to the side, watching myself like I’m a puppet on strings. She’s beautiful and real. Her soft gray eyes follow my every move, lips parted, as I roll the condom on. Her perfect pussy is wet—soaked, in fact—and when I slide inside her, I think I see God for a second.

Our bodies settle. One of her ankles curls around my back.

I’d like to take her home to Nashville.

I don’t know why that thought popped into my head right now. I push it back and pull out halfway, angling so she feels every inch.

The way she responds blows my mind, like it’s the best sex she’s ever had, which I doubt, but it strokes my ego harder than my dick. Slowly, so she can adjust, because she’s tight, I start fucking her with even strokes. It’s been a while, and I don’t want to disappoint.