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Kelly

Brows creased, voice guttural, Hunt captures my gaze. “You haven’t once mentioned us.”

Holy crap. Did I hear him right? Is he suggesting more than we agreed to? A slow, smoldering heat unfurls from deep within. It creeps into my limbs, down to my core, making it hard to think straight. While we drop off our prisoner, the feeling lingers, curling around us like smoke.

Gina must sense it, too. Her scowls are impossible to miss, but I ignore them. I’ve colored inside the lines for too long. It’s time to break free.

At the jail, Bourdin refuses to talk without a lawyer, so we leave him behind bars.

“I’ll file the paperwork in the morning.” Flicking my wrist, I slip into the car as my pulse pounds in my ears.

After we stop at my house for party attire, Scott drives toward his hotel, his face half-lit by the dashboard glow. His heated glances sear me, right down to my damp panties. Each one is a spark threatening to set me ablaze. Before my brain fries completely, I text Kade. After I confirm Mack is well-guarded, I toss aside my phone.

The moment we step into his room, the simmering volcano erupts. Our mouths crash together while our desperate hands roam blindly. We strip off layers of fabric until they lay tangled at our feet.

A wisp of a warning blows through my lust-fueled thoughts. This is more than physical. Everything I’ve held back is about to be released. There will be no turning back.

Pressed against the cool, full-length mirror, a shiver runs down my spine as his warm breath skims my ear.

“Babe,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need, “If this is too much, tell me to stop.”

I nibble on his neck, the salty taste urging me on. How can I describe the newly freed fireworks of emotions? “Please. I want everything.”

His palms slide up and down my side, thumbs stopping at my breasts. As they caress the tips, his heated gaze slams into mine, leaving my knees weak.

“You’re so beautiful.” Soft, feathery kisses move down my body.

His tongue wets my collarbone and lavishes my nipples until they become super sensitive.

I’m so turned on I can hardly breathe. “The. Bed.”

His hands cup my butt cheeks, fingers digging into the muscles. He lifts me off my feet as I wrap my arms and legs around him. The world spins as his strong forearms guide us to the mattress.

Spreading my thighs, he kneels to worship. His licks stroke my most erogenous areas. My fingers grip the silky sheets. Every nerve-ending tingles. Which touch will set me off? A flick of a fingertip? The perfect slide along my length?

As he curls a finger inside of me, I gasp. “Please, Scott. I need to come.”

“Mmm.” His groan vibrates against me.

All my muscles clench. Tension mounts.

“Oh, oh, oh. Yessss.” Stars explode behind my eyelids while waves of pleasure crash over me.

I can’t even catch my breath before he climbs up my body. His tip nudges my still throbbing entrance. With one tremendous thrust, he fills me. A bucking bronco, I go wild beneath him.

“Eyes, babe.” His whisper barely registers through the haze.

Lips brushing against my lids, he coaxes them to lift. When they do, I drown in a stormy ocean of blue, flecked with gold swirls.

While emotions I’m not ready to name boil under the surface, I clamp on tight. Whimpering, matching his rhythm, I ride my bliss. A moment later, a raspy moan rumbles from his chest.

His release is so filled with passion, I gasp, sharing his high.

“Holy shit.” Bodies connected, he collapses, then rolls me on top until my ear rests against his thumping heart.

Once the drumbeat slows, this tidal wave of awareness hits me. This isn’t just sex. It’s much more terrifying. Is it love? If so, no wonder Peter left me. I’ve never felt anything like this.

While we float back to earth, tears leak down my face. What the hell have I done? I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.

“Are you crying? Did I hurt you?” When Scott tips up my chin, the creases beside his eyes make my chest ache even more.

“I’m… so… overwhelmed. That was amazing.”

His face softens as he wipes the wetness with the tip of his finger, still holding my scent. “You are all that and so much more, Kell.”

I nod, swallowing hard. Isn’t life a bitch? The moment I reach for the merry-go-round ring, fate tugs it away.

His soft, firm lips press against mine. When they release, he exhales. “I wish we could stay in bed forever, but we do have a party to attend.”