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CHAPTER 28

Midnight

KELLEN

L ucy presses her body against mine, and I’m immediately hard. Harder. I was ready the second I saw her standing in her bedroom in that skimpy tank top and sweatpants sitting low on her hips, revealing her soft belly and the curves of her hips. I press her gently against me.

This woman is falling right into my heart.

I could not believe her asshole father invited her dick of an ex-fiancé to dinner. What would’ve happened if I wasn’t there? He would have joined them, and Richard would’ve continued to push them together?

Over my fucking dead body.

I take my kiss with Lucy deeper and my hands lower, pushing her sweatpants down on her hips so I can feel more of her skin.

It’s been almost two weeks since we slept together at the retreat. I’ve grabbed time with her every chance I’ve gotten, but it’s not enough. It never seems to be enough.

“Kellen, I want you,” her voice is a whisper against my mouth.

I could kiss Lucy all night and day, but I also want to be inside her. And the way she’s pressing up against me, rubbing her hips against my jogging pants? I don’t need her to tell me she wants me .

I move a hand along her waist and to her stomach, then down until my fingers are playing with the waistband of her sweatpants. She presses against my hand, and I smile into our kiss before lowering my fingers along her skin, inside her underwear, and finally onto her hot, slick center.

“Lucy, you’re so wet for me.”

“Why is this so good?” she asks with a moan as I stroke a finger along her wet opening. Our kisses pause as she breathes heavily into my neck, moving her body against me.

“You deserve to feel amazing. You are incredible. Let me make you feel good.” I want to make her feel like no man ever has. I want her to know she’s the only one in my life. The only woman I fantasize about when I go to bed each night.

The only one I want to be with.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and focus on the physical. I keep stroking, and she clenches around me. I push harder, faster, until she’s moaning my name and coming onto my hand.

I’m harder than I’ve ever been but this is not about me. I leave my fingers inside her until her breathing steadies.

“God, Kellen.” She leans her head against my chest. “We didn’t even get our clothes off yet.” She laughs and I kiss her head, then push her sweatpants and underwear down around her ankles.

She steps out of them and gives me a wicked smile.

I step back and look down at her. “That’s better.”

“I’m not naked yet.” Lucy pulls off her tank top in one swift motion and there. Now she’s naked. Her breasts bounce as she rolls her shoulders back.

She’s incredible.

“This feels different with you.” Lucy steps forward and runs her hand along my cock though my pants.

“I know,” I murmur and cup a breast with my hand. She moves her hand slowly up and down and it’s almost too much. I walk her backwards, and she falls back onto the bed.

She’s waiting for me. I grab the condom from my pocket and strip my clothes off before crawling on top of her until I get to her breasts, where I play with her nipples until they harden into peaks in my mouth. I rip the condom open and slide it on without letting her out of my mouth.

“Kellen,” she says, like it’s a complete sentence. Her hips lift off the bed, and I nudge her thighs apart and let my cock tickle her entrance.

I love my name on her lips. I release a nipple and kiss her mouth slowly. Gently. Reverently. I push the tip into her, and she moans, eyes rolling back in her head. She’s warm and wet and a perfect fit for me.

“You make me crazy.”

Lucy wiggles down until I’m farther in, and then we’re completely together and everything feels right and good, and I can’t help but think that this is meant to be, that I am with the woman I’m supposed to be with, no matter how it started. Lucy pushes me off and then she’s on top, breathing heavily as she rides me, and I’m transfixed with the way she throws her head back and drops her jaw, her face open and free and in the throes of pleasure. I slide my hand between us and massage her clit to help her come.

This is all I need. To watch Lucy Knox rock on top of me.

I wish I could convince myself that’s all this is. That we’re just sleeping together.

But that would be a lie, and I can’t lie to myself.

There’s a much bigger storm brewing inside me.

She gasps and moans my name again. That’s the only name I want coming out of her mouth like that.

When we’re both done, she opens her eyes and rolls off and next to me.

“Lucy, that was incredible,” I whisper.

“Yeah.” Lucy turns her head to me and smiles, post orgasm relaxation on her face. “You are so good at that.”

“At what?”

“All of it. ”

I shift to my side and run my finger gently from the base of her neck down between her breasts and to her lower abdomen, then trace loops around her belly and back up.

Lucy moves toward me, and I admire the view of her full breasts, the valley of her waist, the rise of her hips.

I’m so fucking lucky to be here right now.

I can almost imagine that she’s not trying to move to England. That her job with the Blizzard isn’t temporary. That we started out real, not fake.

Lucy closes her eyes and snuggles toward me. I shift onto my back and pull her against me until her head lays on my chest, red curls tickling my biceps. I tug the sheet up over us, and she sighs, her breathing deep and steady.

Lucy Knox falling asleep in my arms in her mother’s house on Thanksgiving? That was not on my bingo card for this year. But it feels pretty fucking good.

Almost too good.

Because I’m afraid of Lucy.

Afraid that I think she belongs here. With me. With me and Ava. Her and her stupid dog.

But Lucy seems totally okay with the fact that she’s here for just one season. She’s never wavered in her conversations about the job in England. Never doubted it’s the right thing to do.

She might be okay with all that, but it’s becoming increasingly clear that I am not.