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“Yeah. We were always just friends. So calm, relaxed, and cute, but I
wanted you to want me. I wanted you to see me and need to be inside me.”
“Did you come?” he growls low in my ear as I rock into him. “Did you
come, thinking about me watching you?”
I nod, completely lost in the vision and his fingers. “I knew I’d do
anything you asked me to. I’d let you have anything you wanted.”
“Is that true?”
“Anything.”
He removes his fingers from inside me, and I hear him unzip his pants.
“And what do you want?” he asks, his fingers gliding up my ass again.
I know what he wants. My heart is pumping wildly, and I’m shaking
with need.
I lean my head back again, gasping over his mouth. “I want you
everywhere.”
I feel his smile curl over my lips right before he kisses me. He moves
his fingers between my thighs again, rubbing and getting me wetter with
need.
“Everywhere?” he whispers.
I nod. I’m his. All of me.
I want him all over me.
His breath shakes over my lips. “Don’t do this because you think I want
it,” he pleads. “I only want what you want to give me. I need to know you
trust me again.”
His dark hair sits over his forehead, and his beautiful eyes tell me
everything I need to hear without saying anything.
He hurt me, and I hurt him, but shit happens and love doesn’t change.
He makes me happier, he makes me stronger, and he knows everything and
still wants me. If he can say the same, then this is it. The real thing.