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Her lips part slightly, her answer written all in the deep-blue depths of her eyes. My hands slide down her waist and grip beneath her ass, hoisting her up so her legs wrap tightly around my hips. I move swiftly toward the front door of the villa, struggling to twist the knob. I successfully open it before moving inside and kicking it closed.
Pressing her back against the entryway wall, I trace my lips over her cheek, trailing down the tip of her nose before working my way to her jaw and neck.
Teasing.
Tempting.
Savoring the moment, the taste of her once again.
Remembering just how good it feels to have her writhing beneath me.
Her head lulls to the side before her eyes widen as if realizing what we were doing. Pushing at my chest, I gently let her legs fall to the floor, but leave my hands pressed firmly to her hips.
“We should talk about this,” she says, trying to put some space between us.
But I’ll be damned if I do that again.
Pinning her to the wall with my hips so she can’t push me away, I lean forward, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear before nipping the lobe. Her breath hitches as she arches into me.
“Channing…” she says, on a breath as I move to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. “If we do this…”
“If we do this? Oh, we’re most definitely doing this,” I say, cutting her off.
“Yeah—” she moans out as I kiss along her jaw. “But for how long?”
Forever.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, yet I swallow it down, bringing her mouth back to mine in a searing, hot kiss. “As long as you’ll have me,” I say, before picking her back up and carrying her to the bedroom.
Lying her on the bed, I push her dress up till it’s bunched around her waist before sliding the barely there piece of fabric she calls underwear down her legs. “Beautiful,” I say, as I swipe my tongue between her thighs. “So wet, baby,” I say, my words murmured against her warm, slick heat.
“All for you,” she moans out as her back arches, pushing her need closer to my mouth. “Always for you.”
“Is that so?” I say, kissing my way up her body as she shudders from the touch. Her eyes catching mine, pausing time.
She is Cassidy, and I am Channing. We’re together. The night in the hotel room never happened, never separating us from the start.
The lust-filled gaze in her eyes is for me and me alone. Always has been there for me.
And having her splayed on the bed in paradise, like a feast, will always be for me.
“Yes—” Her words come out in a breathy moan as I take her pert nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud.
She pants and arches for me as I reach between us, adding one finger, then another. Her moans of me pushing her to the edge. Pumping, and sucking onto her clit as I move my mouth to meet her sweet nectar.
“Channing!” she moans, gasping and panting as she’s right on the edge of falling.
“Tell me what you need,” I say against her. My voice guttural and strained as I try to hang on myself.
“Channing, please,” she says, arching into my pump, fingers threading in my hair. “I.. I’m… I’m going to—”
Her words are cut short as she screams out my name. The walls of her pussy clenching around my fingers as I continue to pump them in and out of her wet heat. Sucking and biting her clit until she comes down from her high.
Slowly and agonizingly, I kiss my way back up her body, bringing her back to earth’s orbit as I seal my mouth to hers.
“So, greedy my good girl is,” I say, as her eyes finally open, meeting mine in a hooded gaze.
One only for me.
