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"Sadie Lockwood," he whispers as he pulls my chin up so our eyes meet. "The woman with the sordid past."

I part my lips, pulling my tongue along the bottom. I close my eyes as I wait for his kiss.

Chapter 13

I moan into his mouth at the intensity of the kiss. His hand is on my back, guiding me. His other hand is caught in my hair, pulling it softly. I push my mouth roughly into his. This is what I came here for. This is what I've longed for since he walked into my parent's house at the benefit dinner. I've wanted to feel him, taste him and know what it's like to be desired by him.

I feel myself being lowered onto something soft. It's a couch. I wrap my arms around his neck, edging my teeth along his lips. He groans in response and I pull on his hair, pushing him further into my mouth. I want to taste all of him. I want him to feel how much I want this.

He brushes his tongue along my lips. First the top, then the bottom. I moan from the sensation. He plunges his tongue deeper, coaxing mine. I can feel his want. I'm so aroused already.

I almost scream when his hand touches my thigh. I can't stop this. I won't. I want to feel him. I pull on the hem of his shirt. He acquiesces and breaks our kiss to pull it over his head. I breathe in the sight of his chest. The muscles so defined, the strength so apparent.

"You're beautiful. So beautiful," he whispers before his lips bear down on mine again. He nips at them, pulling them gently between his teeth. "I'm so hard. Sadie, so hard."

I reach for his belt, but the sensation of his hand traveling steadily up my thigh freezes me in place. He's going to know how badly I want this when he touches my panties. When he feels how sopping wet from desire they already are he'll know that I crave him.

"Christ," he growls into my mouth as he runs his index finger along the silk fabric. "You're so wet."

I nod slowly then gasp when he pulls them down in one swift motion. He pushes them from my body and I feel instantly exposed.

"Fuck." He purrs into me as his finger runs the length of my smooth cleft. "So wet, so perfect."

I push my legs farther apart. I want him to touch all of me. I want him to see what he's doing to me. I reach for his face. I need to kiss him while he strokes my core.

He slides away, his kisses trailing down my neck. "I have to taste you. God, how I've craved this."

I grasp the pale fabric of the couch when I feel him drape my right leg over his shoulder. He's silent. I can feel his heavy breaths on my wetness. He's looking. He's seeing me so open and wanting. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I pull in a deep breath. I want to feel his tongue. I need to feel his lips drawing my pleasure from me.  Desire overtakes me and I reach down to grasp his hair within my hand. "Please."

He doesn't waste another moment as his runs his tongue the length of my slick cleft. A moan escapes him and travels through my body. I shudder at the sensation. "Sadie," he groans my name into me as his tongue lashes my clit.

I'm so close already. I've never experienced anything like this before. Will only went down on me once and I didn't come. I haven't come with anyone before. Only by my own hand.

I cry out as the intense sensations of his tongue overtake my senses. "Please, "I whisper again. "Don't stop."

"Never," he purrs before pulling my swollen clitoris into his mouth. "I'll never stop."

I can feel heat course through my body as I reach the edge. I plunge both hands into his hair, pushing his mouth onto me. My core clenches as I feel the rush of the orgasm through my body. I moan loudly. I can't see. I can't feel anything but this pleasure. How could it feel like so much and so amazing at the same time?

He rests his head against my thigh as my hips settle back onto the couch. I'm spent. My body is glistening with the sweet moisture of sweat. I feel so alive. I feel so sensitive. I never knew an orgasm could be like that.

"That was..." my voice trails as I feel the slightest pressure on my clit.

"Just the beginning," he growls as he once again takes it between his teeth.

I cry out loudly. It's already too much. It's all on fire. Every part of me is on fire. "I can't." My words are barely audible. "It's too much."

"You're so fucking tight," he says hoarsely as one finger enters me. "Christ, I want to fuck you."

I reach to pull his finger deeper into me and let out a guttural growl as another slides in next to it. He's aggressive as he pushes into me. I don't back down. I rock myself against his hand. I feel another wave rush through me the instant his tongue finds my clit again.

"Oh, God." I cry out as I come again. This orgasm is even more intense than the last. I lash about beneath him trying to disengage my body from his but he bites at my clit, pulling it deftly between his lips, lapping up every last drop of my desire.

I close my eyes as the sensations wash through me. This is what it's like. This is what I've been missing. How could I ever stop wanting him?

Chapter 14

"I don't know what to say." I lean forward trying to retrieve my panties from where they fell on the floor.

He scoops them up before I have a chance to touch them. "These are mine. I'm going to sleep with them." He pushes them into the pocket of his pants and I smile. I don't want to think about how many other women's panties he likely has hidden around his apartment. This moment is mine and I won't let any thoughts that ruin that intrude on me.

"I feel selfish," I whisper as I sit up and adjust the hem of my dress. I've never gone anywhere without panties before. I still feel so swollen and wet.

"Because I didn't come?" He pulls his sweater back over his head.

I nod in silence. I do feel selfish for that but I also feel a sense of relief. My dress is still on me. The scar is still a secret.

"I will." He kisses me lightly on the forehead. "I can't wait to fuck you."

"What happens after we do that?" I ask the question even though I know it sounds childish and territorial.

"What happens after we make love?" He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Yes. Is this over then?" I gaze down as I ask the question.

"I hope not."

"You hope not?" I volley back at him. "You don't strike me as the type of man who does relationships." The moment the words leave my lips I think about the photograph. Maybe Coral was the only woman he was ever in a relationship with.

"I don't." He stands and walks towards the kitchen.

I sit up straight on the couch before reaching to put my shoes back on. I've offended him. He gave me the most pleasure I've ever experienced in my life and then I offended him. Smart, Sadie. You are so fucking smart.

"Here's some water." He hands me a bottle of chilled water. "You look like you could use it."

I smile as I push a few strands of hair that are sticking to my forehead aside. I take a long, heavy swallow of the water. It quenches my thirst but not my curiosity.

"Are we just going to sleep together?" I blurt the question out. Can I possibly sound more juvenile?

"What's going on, sunshine?" He reaches to take the bottle from my hand. "Where's your mind at?"

I pull in a measured breath. "I told you before that I don't really do the just sex thing very well."

"You want to be wined and dined and then fucked?" He takes a drink from the bottle and I marvel at the muscles in his neck. Is there any part of him that doesn't exude raw magnetism?

"I like things to be in order." I breathe out a heavy sigh as my eyes dart around the room. "Everything in my world has its place. I just want to know where my place is in your world."

He sips more of the water as he nods slowly at me. "I get it. You want us to define what this is so that there are no misunderstood expectations?"

"Yes." I adjust myself on the couch. "Or at least an expectation of what we want from one another."

"That's fair." He places the bottle down in his lap. "You smart girls like to plan everything, don't you?"

His comment, although playful, stings. It's the second time he's brought up my intelligence. I'm not sure if he views it as a positive thing or a negative thing.

"Will we see other people?" I throw the question at him. It seems like a good launching point.

"See other people?" he repeats it back as if he's mulling it over. "As in fuck other people? Are you asking if you can fuck other men while we're sleeping together?"

I wasn't asking that but his assumption is telling. "Sure," I counter. "Can I sleep with other guys while we're sleeping together?"

"No. Absolutely not." His voice is stern, there's no compromise in the tone.

"So you won't be sleeping with other women either?" I clench my hands together in anticipation of his answer.

"After that..." He motions to the couch. "I don't want anyone but you. How can I fuck anyone else when I've tasted you?"

I'm stunned by his bold response. I immediately feel the heat return between my thighs. He really wants me.

"I don't do long term." The words hit me like a bullet from the distance that I couldn’t have seen coming. "I want you while I can have you."

I scan his face looking for any hint about how long that might be. "Until I go back to school?" I offer.

His face brightens as if I've given him a key to a locked door. "That works for me."

"So we're fuck buddies until September?" I want the words to sound light but they feel heavy and emotionally weighted when they leave my lips.

"You're mine for the summer." He leans in closer. "Don't let another man touch any of this."

I nod as I once again feel his soft lips engulf mine in a heated kiss.

Chapter 15

"What I would give to have a man like that go down on me." Alexa fans herself in the lounge chair next to me.

"I didn't even know it could feel that good," I say, a broad smile covering my mouth.

"I told you he wouldn't care about the scar." She points to my chest. It's near one hundred degrees out and even though she's wearing a tiny, pink bikini, I've covered my one-piece suit with a t-shirt.

"I haven't told him about it yet," I grimace as I take a long sip of iced tea.

"What?" she barks as she swings her legs over the chair so she's sitting straight up. "You agreed to be his fuck toy for the next two months and you didn't show him the scar?"

"No." I hang my head. "My dress stayed on the other night and after that I just didn't think it was the time to talk about it."

"Sadie," she scolds me. "That's not fair."

"I know," I mumble. "I just wanted the feeling to last. I've never felt like that before."

"You need to tell him today." She reaches past me to pull my smartphone off the grass. "Call him and tell him need to see him."

"He's out of town." I juggle my phone between my palms. "He's in Denver until tomorrow."

"Denver? You're not serious?" She bolts to her feet, running to her backpack to pull out her laptop. "He's going to get washed away."

I chuckle at how dramatic she is sometimes. "What are you talking about?"

"There's a downpour there." She flips open the cover of her computer and taps on a few buttons. "Look at this."

I take the computer from her hands and watch a news video detailing a massive rainstorm in Denver. There are power outages, threatened mudslides and cars floating down the middle of city streets.

"What the hell?" I shake my head not just at the frantic sight of the damage Mother Nature can do but also at the fact that Alexa knew more about a breaking news story than I did.

"He's probably going to be stranded there for days." She leans back on her chair with a sigh. "You should call him and make sure he's okay."

I hesitate at the idea. Hunter and I may have agreed to be lovers for the next eight weeks but we're not officially dating. I don't think it's my place to call him up in the middle of the day when he's away on business.

"Do it, Sadie." She nods at my phone. "Guys love it when we worry about them."

I stare at my phone before thumbing through my contact list to his number. "Give me a minute," I say to Alexa as I step off the chair and onto the grass. "I'm just going to call from inside."

"Sure thing," she says as she lies back down to soak in more rays.

I close the patio door behind me before I press the call button. I take in a heavy breath as I wait for him to answer.

"Hunter Reynolds," he says into the phone.

"Hey, it's me."

He doesn't respond right away. Instead I hear muted footsteps and the distinctive click of a door closing shut.

"Sunshine. What a surprise." His voice is barely more than a whisper now. I push the button to increase the volume of the call.

"Am I interrupting you?"

"I was just in a meeting." He doesn't offer more than that. "I'm happy you called. What do you need?"

He's rushing our call and I want to believe it's because he's in the middle of a consultation with a new restaurateur. My heart is telling me that's not it at all.

"I was hoping we could see each other tomorrow night if you're still coming back then." I don't want to sound needy but Alexa is right, I have to tell him about the scar before this goes any further.

"I'll be there." I can sense the smile on his face.

"Your flight is still a go? There isn't a weather delay?"

"Nope," he says quickly. "It's a beautiful day here."

My heart drops in my chest. "The sun is shining?" I ask the question carefully not wanting him to detect anything unusual in my voice.

"Not a cloud in the sky," he retorts. "I've got to get back to the meeting. I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow night."

"Sure," I say faintly before the line goes dead.

Chapter 16

"I missed you." He brushes his lips against mine.

I retreat quickly from the kiss as I pull the door closed behind me. "How was your trip?"

"Boring." He laughs as he takes my hand in his to walk towards his car.

"Your flight back was good?" My thoughts have been so scattered since our phone conversation yesterday that I don't know what to say. We're not in a relationship. We had sex once. I don't have a right to question him about Denver, do I? How can I possibly ask him what's going on when I haven't been completely candid with him either?