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“Oh, so they were a hit, were they, Hart?”

She brings a hand from underneath the blanket, holding it out in front of her. “I’d say fair to good.”

Leaning toward her, I stop inches from her face. “You’re definitely a brat.”

She shoots back in mock hurt, “Must be a nightmare having me around.”

My face breaks into a cocky smile. “Fucking torturous.”

I continue to stare at her as my expression shifts from playful to a whole lot more. She took her makeup off and piled her hair into a messy bun since we got home. Honestly, this is the version of Kendra that I’ll remember when she moves out and finds her own place—relaxed and watching repeats of her favorite programs in my living room. This is the everyday version of the girl I’m falling for and the one I never want to end.

More silence stretches between us as the TV continues to play in the background, though I can’t take my eyes away from hers.

“You excited for your birthday tomorrow?”

Her tongue peeks out and swipes across her bottom lip, and when her gaze falls to my mouth, my cock stirs at the intensity in her eyes. The way it felt to kiss her earlier—no kiss with any other girl has ever come close to that.

“It depends,” she replies cheekily. “Did you get me anything?”

“I did.”

Our lips are centimeters apart. I want this girl so fucking badly. I’m right there, dangling on the precipice of my willpower.

“Can you show me now, or do I have to wait?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

If I make the move to kiss her, alone and with no one to see, then she’ll know it’s real for me. All I have to do is pray she’ll kiss me back.

Sawyer’s message repeats in my head.

“Fuck it.”

My mouth crashes against hers as I brace my hand on thesofa behind her body. Her tongue is hot and smooth as I leisurely tease it with mine, savoring the way she whimpers and melts beneath me. I want to taste every single part of the girl who’s invaded my mind since I was eighteen, but I also want to take it slow so I can remember all the ways she responds to my touch.

I thought the kiss earlier was special, but, fuck me, this is so much more. I feel myself sinking into her further, the lines of reality blurring completely.

But I’m too far in to pull back—or maybe even care. If fun is all she wants with me, then that’s what I’ll give her because the alternative is not an option.

Breaking from her lips, I start kissing across her jaw. Her skin is soft, just as I imagined it would be. Maybe even more perfect. When I start licking and sucking down her neck, her breathing picks up, as do her moans, and,fuuuuuck, my cock is so desperate to bury itself inside her.

“More,” she pleads in a voice I can scarcely hear. “More.”

My hands come under her ass, and I lift her up and onto me, throwing off the blankets in a single motion.

In tiny pink sleep shorts and a cami top, she looks like a wet fucking dream—mywet dream—as she straddles my lap and grinds down into me. She throws her head back and I watch from beneath her with fucking heart eyes.

Is this really happening right now? Or am I going to wake up, frustrated and with the bluest balls in history?

Gripping her hips tightly, I grind her harder against me, if only to realize my reality when she reaches up and pulls the tie from her bun, hair cascading around her shoulders.

“You like it like this, don’t you?” Her pupils are blown as she rocks into me, bracing her hands on my shoulders.

“Fucking stunning, Hart,” I breathe out, my cock threatening to blow at any damn second.

It’s been a while since I was with anyone, and right now, I’m in danger of going off before we’ve even gotten started.

My fingertips sink into her soft hips. “What do you want?” I ask.

Her hair falls around my face as she leans down and kisses me. “I want you to take me to your room and not hold back. I want you to make me come until I see stars.”