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Gemma mewls in response. The sultry tune is a reward I didn’t realize I needed. My eyes slide shut to savor her and our inevitability. It’s a chaste kiss that’s deep with purpose. This is a tease for what’s to come.

The elicit list of possibilities flips my mind offline. I’m consumed by my endless yearning for this woman. She sways forward, pushing our hips together. There’s no mistaking how hard my cock is. Her gasp clears enough lust from my brain to get a grip.

I’m afraid to push for too much too fast. That has me severing our first kiss far sooner than I’d prefer.

My thumb traces along the patch of freckles on her cheek. “How was that?”

“Good,” Gemma sighs.

“Just good?”

Her nod is slow. “Really good.”

“That’s not high enough praise for me,” I rasp. “I need to try again.”

“Okay.” She flutters her lashes closed, already granting me permission.

I swoop in and fuse our mouths as one. Desperate need quickly reignites, blazing through me in a fiery wave. Her body melts into mine as if magnetized. That surrender is a priceless victory—exceeding any arena record score or championship title.

Our second kiss is more explosive. There’s no more hesitation as we dive straight in. Our mutual hunger rushes between us and we simultaneously open for each other. We’re eager to explore deeper. I swipe my tongue out to tangle with hers. Another burst of sweet temptation greets me. It makes me more ravenous.

My free arm cinches around her waist, hauling her tight against me. I use the hand still cupping her face to angle us closer. She grips my shirt in both of her fists. Passion engulfs us until we’re nothing but sensation. We bite and lick and get lost in this frantic exchange.

Our chemistry sizzles between us like a high voltage warning. Pressure throbs in my dick, demanding friction. Gemma begins rocking into me as if answering the silent call. If she wants to feel how crazed she makes me, I’m more than willing to show her.

A desperate longing clutches my balls. The grip is unrelenting, much like my obsession with Gemma. I’m seconds away from making a mess in my pants. That’s the only reason I slow our frenzy to a halt.

My forehead rests against hers, giving me a perfect view of her dazed expression. “Better?”

“Mhmm.” Her heavy exhales paint my wet lips. “You’re a fast learner.”

Satisfaction flows into me like a warm injection. “I have the best teacher.”

Her smile is pleased. “Excellent answer. I can definitely work with that.”

“Any doubts?”

“Nope.”

I’m not sure which will burst first—my heart or my cock. “So, we’re doing this?”

There’s a naughty gleam in Gemma’s baby blues that I’ve never witnessed before. “Oh, we’re definitely doing this.”

Heartbreaker: Your lips are what inspire poets to write sonnets.

Heartbreaker: I’m going to steal that strawberry gloss you use. Then I can have your taste on me even when we’re apart.

Heartbreaker: Damn, that was kinda poetic. See what you’re doing to me?

Heartbreaker: Do you still have me listed as Heartbreaker in your phone? I think it’s time to change that.

Heartbreaker: How about Best Kiss of My Life? It’s an award for me and a nice reminder for you.

Chance’s texts make climbing the three flights of stairs to my apartment feel like a walk in the pasture. My grin spreads taller than the ceiling when I read the final one. Our kisses have played on repeat since his lips touched mine yesterday. I find myself changing his contact information without even thinking of it. He’s just too damn goofy and determined.

I transfer the grocery bags to one hand while digging for my keys in my purse. The instant I have the door unlocked and opened, a mouthwatering aroma smacks me in the nose. It’s rich with spices and savory depth and the promise of a home cooked meal. My stomach leads the way to the kitchen before I can consider what the scent means.

Shock has me stumbling into the wall when I get there. Chance is at the stove with his back to me. There’s a covered pot on one burner and he’s stirring something in a pan on the other. The white T-shirt he’s wearing does little to contain his bulk or his tattoos. His left arm displays a replica of our meadow. I still haven’t dredged up the courage to ask when he got it and now certainly isn’t the time.