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I lowered my face to kiss her neck. "Baby, I love you so much it hurts."

With a happy sound, she let her head fall back against my chest. "I love you, too. And God, I've missed you. I've missed this. I've missed everything."

She wasn't the only one. I heard myself whisper, "You're mine. And I'm never letting you go."

Whether she heard me or not, her body responded. Her hips were moving, making her hot, wet ass, grind seductively against my pelvis. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the back of my neck. I lowered my gaze, liking what I saw. Her back was arched, and her breaths were coming fast and shallow. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts were glistening.

I slid my hands upward and cupped them in my palms, loving the feel of her body and the weight of her breasts as I squeezed them gently together and then cupped higher, into the cascading water. I pressed my lips to her neck, and felt my erection surge against her back as she gave a sweet little moan that drove me half-insane.

I caressed her curves, loving how her softness fit perfectly in my hands. She was trembling and breathing harder now, and I was loving every minute of it, loving that she was liking this, and more than anything, loving that this wouldn't be a one-time thing.

When my fingers brushed the tips of her nipples, she arched into me, as if silently begging for more. So I gave it to her, toying with her nipples in just the way she liked, stroking them, and gently tugging at them until they were hard little knobs in my wet fingers.

She was grinding against me, harder now, pressing against my length and driving me to distraction. I moved a hand lower, sliding it over her wet stomach and then lower again. As I moved, I took my sweet time, letting her savor the knowledge of where I was going.

I slid my hands past her pelvis and reached between her thighs. I slid my wet fingers back and forth on either side of her hot center, loving the sound she made as she ground desperately into my touch. Liking the way she moved, I rubbed my thumb along her clit and ran a finger across her opening, loving the slick, hot feel of her against my teasing touch.

With a desperate moan, she twisted around and coiled her hot body tight against mine. When she reached between us and grabbed my cock, I was too lost to fight it.

"Lawton," she breathed, "I need you so bad."

I needed her, too. And I started with a long, slow kiss that had me remembering just how good this felt. With a sexy sound, she reached up, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing herself tighter against my naked body.

I couldn’t wait another second. I cupped her ass and lifted her hips high against me, loving it when she wrapped her wet legs around my hips as if desperate for me to take her.

And so I did. I slid into her slick warmth, liking the sound she made as she wrapped her legs tighter and ground her pelvis close against mine.

I thrust into her, loving everything about this – the hot tightness of her, the feel of her wet skin pressed up against mine, the curves of her sweet ass in my steady hands. But mostly, I loved the fact she was here, with me, after all this time.

She was mine.

Desperate to make myself believe it, I said her name over and over as we moved together under the steaming water. When she convulsed against me, I held her tighter, feeling my hardness pulse as she trembled and moaned, and said my name too many times for me to count.

And then, I couldn't hold back any longer. I surged into her, savoring the sweet release and the way she clutched me tighter with every stroke.

When it was finished, we sank down together into a trembling heap, letting the steaming water wash over us as we gazed into each other's eyes, oblivious of everything except each other.

I reached out, running the back of my index finger across her lower lip. "If I wake up, and you're not here, if this is all a dream, I don't want to wake up at all."

She gave me a slow, sleepy smile and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Me neither," she murmured as she held me tighter.

After the shower, we collapsed, naked and warm, onto my king-size bed. We were still naked when I drifted off with the girl of my dreams wrapped in my arms. It would've been a perfect night, except for one thing.

When I woke an hour later, Chloe was gone.

And I couldn’t find her anywhere.

Chapter 65

I stood in my kitchen, trying to figure out where she'd gone. I'd already checked every room in the house, along with the basement and back patio. I looked around. Her stuff was still upstairs, and as for Chucky, he was right here. That was a good sign. Right?

Shewascoming back.

But for some reason, I was feeling on edge. I looked to Chucky, who was sitting on the kitchen floor, staring up at me with his head cocked to the side.

"Where'd she go?" I asked.

He didn't answer. No surprise there.