Page 23 of The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

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Felicity,

Be ready by 7.

Wear something sexy.

J

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I couldn’t have fought the smile pulling at my lips if I'd tried. It didn’t fix everything, and I knew we still needed to talk, but it was exactly the sign I needed.

Ninety minutes later, the knock at the door made my heart flutter in my chest. I opened it gently, hardly able to believe my eyes. Jason looked devastating. The slim-fit dark jeans hugged his muscular thighs, and the black dress shirt molded to his broad shoulders and thick arms. He’d left the collar open and rolled the sleeves to his elbows. His hair hung over his eyes a little, in the way I loved so much.

Sweet baby Jesus, he stole my breath.

“Hey.” A faint smirk played on his lips as he let his eyes glide slowly down my body and back up again. I’d opted to wear a tight sweater dress that finished just below my knee. It skimmed my curves and scooped low on my chest. Demure yet sexy. Although from the heat in Jason’s gaze, I felt stripped naked.

“Fuck,” he breathed, leaning in to brush his lips over my cheek. “You look stunning.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t at the airport. I wanted to surprise you and I knew Asher could give you a ride home.”

Home.

I loved hearing him refer to our apartment as home. It was so intimate, so permanent. It made it easy to forget the last few weeks and how strained things had been between us.

Jason tucked a curl behind my ear, letting his thumb brush my cheek and hover over my bottom lip. “I really, really want to fuck you right now.”

“Jason.” My breath caught, desire pooling in my stomach.

“But I made reservations, so that will have to wait.” He ran a hand down his face, torment glittering in his eyes as if he wasn’t sure.

“We could always stay home?” I batted my eyelashes.

“As tempting as that sounds, I have some making up to do. Dinner then sex.” He fixed his mouth over mine. It was hard and bruising and a promise of things to come. A shiver ran down my spine as I melted into him. “I know things have been hard, but I love you, Felicity. So fucking much.”

Jason

It took everything I had not to drag Felicity into the bedroom, strip the ridiculous sexy dress from her body and make love to her. Need pulsed through me as we kissed. My fingers slid into her silky strands, loving how soft it felt against my skin. She smelled amazing, like a vanilla and strawberry sundae. I wanted to taste her, trail my tongue up and down her body until she was a writhing mess beneath me.

Fuck, I wanted her.

It made me realize how much we needed this. We’d still been having sex. I was a hot-blooded guy and Felicity had a body built for sin. But I couldn’t remember the last time we played. Spent hours exploring each other’s bodies, finding new ways to make each other come undone. We were both busy, both exhausted by the time bedtime rolled around.

“What?” Felicity whispered, uncertainty shining in her eyes as I studied her.

“Just thinking how much I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” She curled her freshly painted nails into my shirt.

“Well, tonight is ours,” I said with confidence, threading our hands together.

“I can’t wa

it.” She smiled up at me, and my heart beat harder.