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LANE

M y lips crush to Scarlett’s, diving into the kiss with utter abandon.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her face closer, slanting my lips against hers like I’m a starving man who’s just stumbled onto a buffet.

So fucking long. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. Wanted it like I’d want breath if I were chained to the bottom of the damn pool next to us. Wanting it like I’d want a glass of water if I were stranded in the middle of a desert.

Her hands dip under my arms to wrap around my waist and back. She tugs herself close, molding her body to mine. The rush of feeling her flush against me only encourages me to stroke my lips against hers more desperately.

Our noses scrunch together, our brows brush together, as we practically devour each other. My lips are already puffy and swollen as they drink in the sweet draft of moans and whimpers that pour from Scarlett’s throat.

My hands plant on her ribs, slowly raking down her waist to settle on the soft curve of her hips.

I press the pads of my fingers into her softness and slow the pace of my lips.

After the first frenzied rush, I ease off the gas.

I sink into the moment, kissing Scarlett at a more mellow tempo, not wanting to rush past all the tastes and smells and sensations I’m floating in, but wanting to savor and memorize them.

The softness of her lips as I sweep my tongue across the crease of her mouth. The gentle vibration of her moans against me. The heft of her firm breasts pressed against my chest. The sensation of her fingertips feathering over my muscles as her hands trace my back. Her taste dancing on my tongue as it explores her mouth.

Memories burst in my mind as I focus on each sense.

When her tongue presses past my lips, I remember our first kiss on that sagging couch in the house I stayed in.

When I slide my hand around her hip and palm her ass, she moans, and I remember the sounds she’d make in my ear as I sunk into her.

When I reach my hand up to feather through her hair, the wet strands remind me of that day we got drenched in a Chicago downpour.

“Every fucking day Scarlett,” I rasp, still kissing her. “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you every single day. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.”

“Not as much as I’ve wanted you,” she breathes, angling her lips against mine.

“Let’s play a game,” I say with a cocky husk in my voice. “Whoever makes the other come first gets to be right about that.”

She pulls my bottom lip between her teeth, applying sharp pressure that has a jolt of electricity firing through my blood, ratcheting up my arousal all the more.

“You think you can hold out longer than me?” she teases, her eyes darkening with defiance as they lock with mine.

I walk her backward until she’s pressed against the nearest wall, then grab her leg and lift it so it hooks around my waist. I swivel my hips, grinding the outline of my cock against her center. Her shudder rattles against me, the defiance melting from her eyes as they roll upward.

“More,” she pleads.

“ Fuck .” The curse is pure gravel in my throat. I grind against her, pressing into the softness between her legs. I was cocky a second ago, but if I keep dry humping her like this, I’m going to come in my boxers and make a fool of myself.

She feels way too fucking good, and already my nerves are on fire, my cock stiff and pulsing, and every slant of friction swells my groin with pleasure.

My cock is painfully hard, throbbing with need to feel Scarlett’s wet cunt clench and ripple around it. But …

“Shit,” I curse, pressing my forehead to Scarlett’s. My teeth grind in frustration.

“What?” she asks. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a fucking condom.”

She nips at the outline of my jaw. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

Fuck me. Fire spirals through my chest. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but I get even harder in my underwear.

“I’m clean, too,” I say.

“Then get those fucking boxers off and fuck me.”

I chuckle as she bites at my lip again. She’s burning with as much desire as I am, and I fucking love it.

We’ve each been holding back for way too long. Seeing her unravel and show her feral side gets me off almost as much as fucking her is going to.

I abide by her request and step out of my boxers. I groan with relief when my cock finally springs free from its prison.

But I’m not going to abide by the second part of her request. Not yet. My dick’s going to be mad at me for holding off even longer, but before I sink inside her, there’s something I have to do.

I fall to my knees and tug her panties down her legs, tossing them to the tiled floor by my side.

If anyone else privy to the little secret entrance we used happens to have the same idea to take a Friday night swim, they’re going to be stumbling onto a memorable scene. There’s no way either of us can wrangle enough self-control to stop until we get back to our house.

When I see her pink slit, it’s a wonder my heart doesn’t stop. Breath evacuates my lungs, and my eyes go wide, latched to Scarlett with reverent appreciation.

“Baby,” I marvel. “Look at you. So soaked and so fucking gorgeous .”

My heart hums a staccato rhythm in my chest. I hook her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me and giving me an even better view of the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. With anticipation sizzling on every nerve ending, I’m about to dive in, until a piece of fabric falls on my head.

“Whoops,” Scarlett says. She lifts the bra that she just unhooked and tosses it to the side. “You may resume.”

Our laughter bounces off the walls of the pool area, and I love that even in this charged moment when sheer arousal is vibrating through every inch of me, we can still share a laugh.

I plant my hands on Scarlett’s hips and glide the tip of my tongue up her length.

Holy shit. Just the ghost of her taste on my tongue after all this time has me seeing fucking stars.

Dragging the flat of my tongue through her slickness, I gather up more of her taste. Scarlett gasps, and the feeling of her body clenching in pleasure makes me feel drunk.

Her hips swivel into me. Her flavor bursting in my mouth awakens an old addiction, and I can’t draw it out and tease her like I may have wanted to when I first sank to my knees.

Scarlett spears her fingers in my hair as I press my tongue into her, coating it with her juices. My groans and hums of appreciation vibrate against her folds as I make a meal out of her.

I pull her firm clit between my lips, giving it suction. Her fists tighten in my hair, pulling at my scalp, and it only spurs me on. I trace the outline of her nub, making her hips swivel and her stomach roll before I slant against it.

“Fuck, Lane, about to, almost, I’m …” her words are a mishmash of blissful discombobulation.

“I know, baby,” I rasp, filling her with my finger while I continue to stroke her clit with my tongue. “Come for me.”

She falls apart around me. Her release shakes her body, and she fills the room with echoes of moans as her orgasm surges through her.

I draw myself up. Her glazed-over eyes flash when she watches me put the finger that was just inside her in my mouth and suck off her juices.

“Good to the last damn drop.”

She huffs a laugh of disbelief, dipping her head to my shoulder and pressing her lips against my skin. “You’ve only gotten better at that in the last year and a half.”

“You better get used to it. After going without your taste on my lips for nineteen months, I don’t plan on going a single day without it for a while.”

She lifts her head from my shoulder to look at me, a goading glimmer in her eyes. “Promises, promises,” she teases.

Her gaze dips down to the sliver of space between us. Her teasing demeanor morphs into astonishment as her eyelids withdraw.

“Wow.” The word drops from her lips.

My chest rumbles with a chuckle when I look down and see her eyes pointed at my cock. I don’t think it’s ever been harder, huge and bobbing in the air, adorned with swollen veins and a pearl of precum glistening at the tip.

“Impressed?” I ask smugly.

Her eyes slice back to mine, a hint of that challenge back in them. “I’ll be more impressed when you show me what you can do with it.”

As she utters those words, my body tenses, because she’s wrapping her soft hand around my rigid length and positioning it right at her entrance.

The feeling of her warmth against my tip has my heart going crazy in my chest, the base of my spine knotting with want so tightly that it’s painful.

I push into her. My body instantly floods with pleasure, relief, and feelings I can’t even put names to. I feel complete. Like I’ve been walking around with a piece of my soul missing, and I’ve just found it again.

“ Lane .” My name is a whimper on Scarlett’s lips after she pulls in a quick breath.

I still, our bodies fitted together, her leg wrapped around my waist, giving her time to adjust to my size. The liquid heat of her rippling around me is downright mind-melting.

When I feel her relax, I tilt my hips back and slowly thrust into her again. My nerves burn with bliss as my cock slides against her tight, slick walls.

I press her closer against the wall with my chest, so she can lift her other leg and wrap both around my waist. She hooks her ankles at the small of my back to pull me further into her.

Our moans twirl together as I continue to rut into her, slowly losing my thread of self-control. Her fingertips dig into my back, and if it weren’t for the slickness of the pool water still on our bodies, I’m positive she’d be leaving scratch marks.

My balls tighten. An intense feeling beats through me, telling me I’m about to come.

“Inside me,” she moans. “Finish inside me.”

Fuck . Her words scramble my brain, turning me into nothing but sheer instinct as I rut faster, the pleasure notching up with every thrust as my orgasm builds.

When Scarlett clutches around my length and her body quivers with her orgasm, I come undone.

My eyes and jaw clench as I spill inside her. I’m dimly aware of her teeth digging into the knotted muscle of my shoulder as she rides out her climax.

When we come down, I pull out, and she unhooks her legs from around my hips. We hold and lean against each other to stay upright, utterly spent and exhausted and floating on a cloud.

I wrap my arms around her tight. This time, I’m never letting go again.