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“Okay?” He’s grinning from ear to ear, his eyes dancing with delight and that signature Jake mischievousness I love so damn much.

“Okay,” I repeat, that single word a solemn vow.

He sighs contently, then closes his eyes before rolling to his side. “So what do we do now?”

I use my elbow to prop myself up and pull his hips into mine. After all those days apart, I can’t stand to not touch him. “I don’t want or need time apart,” I declare. “I know we need time to learn each other, and more importantly, I need to be patient. But I’m not letting us go backward in this relationship. I just want to be with you.”

“Co-ry,” he groans, like I’ve just whispered the hottest dirty talk in his ear. “That’s the best fucking thing you could have possibly said.” He rolls his hips forward and wraps one arm around my low back, holding me tight. “I missed you so much, baby.”

I revel in his words as our bodies reacquaint themselves. We’re kissing again, grinding our dicks together, running our hands all over. There’s this hunger and longing coursing between us that I swear I’ve never felt before. But all it takes is a quick glance around the room to remember where we are and what we probably shouldn’t do here.

I pull away and sigh against his neck. “I want you to take me home and fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

I feel his pulse spike as he pulls back and looks at me.

“Well, let’s fucking go!”

I laugh and lovingly tousle his already messed-up hair. We’re both going to need a few minutes to get ourselves sorted.

“We’re not going anywhere anytime soon. I hate to break it to you, but you doomed us by coming here today.”

His eyebrows pinch together in question.

“If you got Abuela cooking, we’re going to be here a while. Maybe even all night.”

Chapter 45

Jake

Webarelymakeitinto our bedroom before I’ve got him pinned against the wall. I’ve got this hunger burning inside me that I’ve never felt before.

Words aren’t enough for moments like this.

I need to make him feel my love; everywhere, and in every way.

I ravish his mouth with mine, our bodies grinding against each other as heat, passion, and longing rise between us. There’s a charge that sparks every time we kiss: a hunger that will only be satisfied once I’ve thoroughly fucked him into our mattress and slowly made love to him, too.

I hope he’s well-rested. We’re gonna be at thisallnight.

I knead his traps with both hands, then cradle his head so I’m not grinding his skull into the wall as I continue to work him over. His hands are everywhere as he matches my desperation to be close in every way.

He tugs on the hem of my T-shirt, then rips it over my head, breaking our connection for a single second that stretches into eternity. But before I can kiss him again, he places both hands on my chest, halting me.

I press against his touch and urge him to let me in, but that just makes him push back harder. When our eyes lock, I’m overcome with the desire to never let him go.

His fingertips travel up my bare torso, dipping into the valleys of my abs before smoothing over my pecs. When I see where his gaze is set, my heart pounds double time.

He traces the thin chain with one finger before cupping both rings in his palm.

“I haven’t taken them off since the morning you left,” I admit, bowing my head slightly but peering through my eyelashes to maintain our connection.

He yanks on the chain and pulls me closer, then he kisses me with a tenderness that makes my whole body relax. The effect Cory has on me is uncanny.

He’s what I crave most. It’s not just about the sex or the inexplicable pull we feel toward one another. For the first time ever, I want to let someone in. And I want him to stay. Forever.

“This won’t happen again,” he murmurs into the narrow space between us.

It would be easy to blow him off or push back and challenge his resolve. But there’s a sincerity in his promise that soothes the most vulnerable, insecure parts of me. Letting him in means trusting him, too, so instead of questioning him, I repeat his vow: “This won’t happen again.”