Page 89 of Dotted Lines (Runaway 5)

“I’m not going to hold back. I’m not going to take this slow. I’ve missed too many years with you, and I am not going to waste another second. You’re mine. August is mine.”

Her hand came to my cheek as another wash of tears flooded her eyes. There was so much emotion there. Regret for the missed years. Hope for the future.

What she felt, I felt too.

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nbsp; “Karson . . .”

“I know.” I dropped a soft kiss to her mouth, running my tongue over the bottom swell of her parted lips. I deepened the kiss, treasuring her sweet taste and the feel of her bare chest against my own as I nudged against her center.

Clara locked her eyes with mine, her hands trailing down my spine toward my ass. Then I inched forward, catching her mewl with another kiss.

I rocked us together, deliberately, until I was rooted deep. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Move.” She hummed and locked her legs around my hips, shifting me deeper.

Ruined. I was ruined. And I relished every damn second of it.

I eased out and slid back inside her tight, wet heat. Over and over, I brought us together as her hips moved to match my rhythm. We were hushed whispers and swallowed moans. We were lost lovers making up for missed days and nights.

By the time her eyes drifted shut and her inner walls fluttered around me, the build in my lower spine was punishing. The pressure to pour myself into her was almost impossible to keep at bay.

Clara’s back arched, her entire body shuddering as she held back a cry and pulsed around me. She came so hard, so strong, that I went over with her, letting the stars break across my vision and succumbing to my release.

We panted, holding tight to each other’s sweaty bodies, until finally I eased away and rolled her atop my chest.

Our breaths mingled. Her ear was pressed against my heart.

“Wow.”

“Holy fucking shit.”

She giggled and propped her chin on my pec. “How long?”

“How long for what?”

She gave me a wicked grin. “How long until we can go again?”

I flipped her in a flash, so she was on her stomach. Then I dropped a trail of kisses over her shoulders, reaching between her legs and finding her swollen clit.

She gasped. “Already?”

“For you?” I moved up, using my free hand to pull her hair away from her face. Then I whispered in her ear. “Always.”

“So are you going to be my dad?” August had never looked so serious. Gone was the boy. Instead, I was crouched beside a warrior.

A warrior who’d spend his entire life looking out for his mother.

From now on, he’d have company on the battlefield.

“I’d like to be your dad. If that’s okay with you.”

He looked to the sand beneath his bare feet. He squished some between his toes, then he looked over to where Clara was seated on a large blanket.

She caught his gaze and waved with one hand while the other held her phone to an ear. When we’d gotten to the beach, I’d taken August to the water while she’d called to check in with Aria.

Clara looked magnificent under the sun and on the sand. She was wearing a simple teal bikini, sexy and tempting as hell. When she’d walked out of the bedroom this morning wearing it and a sheer coverup, I’d almost lost my damn head.