In the darkness, I feel the
bed shift. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, but the cool breeze that
comes with the covers being lifted gives me goose bumps. Well, maybe it’s not
the covers.
Maybe it’s him.
I smile as his scent
surrounds me. His voice is low when he whispers in my ear. “I couldn’t stay
away.”
Unable to say anything else,
I arch my back as his lips work their magic on my neck, teasing me just below
my ear. “You smell fucking amazing,” he murmurs into my neck, and I roll my
body toward him as I wrap my arms around his neck. His hair tickles my hands
where fingers meet palms, and I steer his head to find my lips. “Had to be near
you…couldn’t…”
One kiss blurs into the next,
which blurs into the next, until we’re not coming up for air. I can taste him,
smell him, hear the sound of our lips moving and the air being drawn through
his nose. I’m drowning in him—and I never want to surface.
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