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Anyone else, and what we were doing would be fucking. Not with Gwen. This was making love to the woman I’d dreamed of most of my life.

Real, raw, wild.

“August.” She panted my name. “I’m so close.”

We clutched each other like this was the only moment we’d ever have.

“I’m gonna explode the second you let go.” I slammed harder into her, nearly winding myself.

“Oh, wow. Yeah. That. Don’t stop that.”

I growled my approval, loved her asking for what she needed. I was on a thin wire, my thighs screaming for release, my balls drawing up tight. When she called my name again, it soared with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping on me so tightly my release detonated—a fast, hot surge that blasted down my spine. It lasted an eternity, each convulsion blinding.

I kissed her then, finally, pressing my cock deeper inside her, fucking her mouth with my tongue as the waves lessened. Her tears stuck to my cheeks. I kissed her eyelids, the underside of her jaw. Worked my way back to her perfect mouth.

I couldn’t get enough.

I also had to tread carefully.

Explaining I’d ruined her opportunity to meet her father could mean this would never happen again. It could wreck our fresh start. There was nothing to be done at this point, no bringing the man back, but I could be with her on this journey, support her when she found out. Maybe we’d learn more about him during the process. If I told her the truth now, she’d stop following the clues. She’d push me away.

Both outcomes unacceptable.

I rotated my hips, still high on the heaven of her. “My knees are skinned.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms and legs around me. “My ass is bruised.”

“What a glorious ass it is.”

“You didn’t even see it.”

“I squeezed it. And I plan to see it shortly.”

She clasped me closer. “That just happened.”

I rubbed my nose up her ear. “It did. And it better happen again.”

“Don’t pull out yet.”

Her heart raced, a rapid percussion against my chest. Pounding with anxiety? “I’m not going anywhere, Possum.”

Except that wasn’t true. Another unpleasant reality. I had to get on a plane in less than two days.

Gwen

I trailed my nails down August’s scalp, and he sighed. When I clenched my core, a delicious rumble moved through his chest. Little things. New things. Precious discoveries I wanted to hoard.

He pressed soft kisses all over my face. “Stay here. I’ll get a cloth to clean you up.”

I flinched as he pulled out, the emptiness instant, but when he tripped kicking off his jeans and briefs, we both laughed; the silly intimacy of it filled me back up. The way he reached behind him and yanked off his T-shirt had my laugh trembling into a moan.

He smirked over his shoulder. “Like what you see?”

“Love it.” The defined muscles of his back. The divots at the base of his spine. How his toned ass flexed with each move. “Bathroom is down the hall to your left.” I watched him in all his naked glory until he disappeared. I tilted my hips to keep his release from spilling farther down my thighs, and the wackiest of wacky thoughts blindsided me: I wish I wasn’t on the pill.

I pressed my hands to my flat belly and almost keened. The urge to have a permanent reminder of what we’d shared ripped through me. A piece of August mixed with a piece of me. Forever. If he could read my mind, he’d probably bolt so fast the air would spin.

I focused instead on the tenderness between my thighs.