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open. Her arms wrap around my neck and her mouth presses against mine as we stumble backward.

Cupping my hands on her ass, I lift her up, her thighs wrapping around my hips as I carry her back to my room. A week without her was far too long, and I’m not wasting a single fucking second.

“I tried,” her words whisper against my lips. “For seven days.”

She kisses me harder.

“Couldn’t get you out of my mind,” she says with a sigh, her lips gluing onto mine again.

I don’t tell her how good it feels to see her, to touch her. Instead, I carry her to my room and lay her in the middle of my bed, ripping at her clothes and mine until there’s nothing left, two naked breathless bodies with busy hands and wanting mouths.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I say when I’m climbing over her, running my hands down her inner thighs and spreading them apart. It’s only when our eyes meet that I realize what I’ve said. I didn’t tell her I missed this… I told her I missed her. I press my throbbing cock against her slick heat, teasing at her entrance and desperate to force myself in and fuck her until she can’t walk straight. This is what she gets for keeping herself from me for seven agonizing, mind-fucking days. Sliding my hands beneath her shoulders and bracing myself above her, I crush her mouth with a kiss. “Don’t do that again.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t walk out on me.” I say.

“What choice did you give me?” she asks, slipping her hands around my neck and tracing her fingers through my hair. Her hazel eyes search mine. Her hips grind against mine. One wrong move, and I’d be deep inside her, unable—and unwilling—to stop until we’re both good and done. “I wanted to stay away, Rhett. Believe me.”

My lips drag over hers, and I pull the soft scent of her arousal into my lungs.

“I can’t do the just sex thing with you,” she says, words airy and surrendering. “I like you too much.”

I cup her left breast in my hand, lowering my mouth to the swollen pink bud and taking it between my teeth.

“I don’t want to like you,” she says. “I don’t.”

“I don’t want to like you either,” I say, my tongue circling her pert nipple.

“So you admit it,” she says, lips drawn into a lopsided smirk. “You like me.”

I press my hips harder against hers, letting the words linger in my mouth before breathing life into them. “Yeah. I like you, Ayla.”

Her hands slide down my sides, gripping the small of my back and forcing my hips down as she wriggles beneath me.

“For the love of God, Rhett, I’m on the pill. Just fuck me.” Her plea is impatient and rushed. “I just want to feel you inside me again.”

My cock grows harder, if that’s even possible, and I grip the base, guiding it inside her. I thrust deep and hard until she releases a sigh and her nails dig into my flesh like it hurts so good.

“You’re so damn wet,” I moan into her ear, my face nuzzled into the bend of her neck as I push myself deeper. The faster I thrust, the harder she holds me, her hips bucking as I piston in and out of her. “And you’re so tight. God, you’re tight. You miss this?”

She nods, her eyes squeezed tight, and press my mouth over hers before trailing kisses down her neck. Everything about Ayla is intoxicating, addictive. Her fingertips skim the small of my back as she settles beneath me, hooking her legs at my sides. When her eyes open, we both stop, suddenly realizing we have all the time in the world—or at least it feels that way.

It’s different now—admitting how we feel and laying it out there. There’s a power in that, in owning our truths. I didn’t expect this, but I realize it now.

“I have to tell you something,” I say.

Her eyes widen, and when she blinks, her eyelashes kiss the tops of her cheeks. “What is it?”

“I don’t know if I’m in a good place right now to be what you need,” I say, feeling the weight of the silence between us. “But I’m going to try. Because the way I felt when you walked out last week? I don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

She reaches for my face, tracing her hand along the side of my cheek and offering a simple nod.

“I have to