Here’s the scene my editor told me to cut! She said it didn’t have enough emotion, so I deleted it and started over. I still think it’s hot, though!

We fall onto the bed. I’m still wearing my suit and I wrestle my way out of the jacket then roll her under to me to kiss her until we’re both breathless. “Christ, I’ve missed you,” I breathe into her mouth. “So fucking much.”

“I missed you, too. Oh, Owen.” She clutches my shirt and kisses me again, climbing on top of me, straddling me. Her pussy is pressed against my rock-hard erection.

I slide a hand down over her hip to pull her closer, my other hand up her back and into her thick hair. I kiss her neck, using my teeth so gently, licking her then pulling her face back to mine so I can kiss her mouth. I slide my tongue inside and her taste hits my veins like a drug—she tastes like sweet longing and dirty sex and Emerie. She tastes like her music sounds—soulful smooth, and rich.

She runs her hand over my chest, undoes a couple of buttons. Our mouths connect in deep, wet, messy kisses and she makes the sweetest little needy sounds in her throat, making me impossibly hard.

“Love you,” I murmur. “Missed you.”

“Me too.”

She fumbles a couple more buttons open and her hands slip inside onto my skin. Electric tingles spread from her touch, straight to my groin. My hips lift against her softness.

She brushes over my nipples and heat jolts me, then rubs over my pecs in delicious circles. I caress her ass through the trousers she’s wearing. “Need you out of these clothes.”

“Mmmm.” She yanks my shirt out of my pants and pushes it back off my shoulders, then presses kisses to my chest.

Fuuuck. Every touch, every kiss is like brilliant white heat searing straight through me. How could I have ever thought I could live without this?

She sits up and I watch her face—her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, bright eyes—and cover her tits with both hands, squeezing and fondling. She moans, her head falling back, her back arching. Her soft curves fill my hands but I want the thin sweater out of the way. But she’s rubbing herself over my massive boner, and Christ, I’m losing my mind, losing every thought in my head.

I use my abs to crunch up and kiss her again, tugging her sweater from the waistband of her trousers. I tug it off over her head, leaving her in a silvery lace bra that empties my head yet again. I damn near drool over her sweet cleavage in the low-cut lingerie. With a pathetic groan, I dip my head to run my tongue between her tits. Then I kiss her again, cupping her breasts, sliding my thumbs under the lacy edge of the cups to brush over her nipples.

She shudders and nips my bottom lip, sending more sparks shooting through my veins.

Reaching behind her, I flick open the clasp and get rid of the pretty bra. For a moment I stare at her, feasting my eyes on lush curves and tight little nipples. My mouth waters and I have to taste those beauties, and I bend and suck one nipple into my mouth.

She clings to me, hands around the back of my neck, offering herself to me, to my mouth, to take and taste and devour. Fire races through my veins.

I lift my head to smile at her. She smiles back. Our mouths meet again, this time in quick teasing nibbles and licks, our eyes still open and focused on each other, kisses punctuated with soft laughs and sighs. Then I lift her butt and lay her down on her back in front of me. I work open the belt buckle, then the button and zipper of her pants. “Too many clothes,” I complain.

“Sorry. I didn’t plan for this when I got dressed.”

I growl. The pants come off and she’s lying before me in a silver lace triangle with two satiny ribbons on her hips. “Jesus.”

I shift backward and kiss a line down her stomach. I bite softly at the skin beneath her breasts, her stomach, then I tug aside the tiny thong.

“Look how pretty you are.” My voice is raspy. “How pink and puffy. And wet.”

She moans.

I swipe my tongue in a long lazy taste of her.

“Owen.” Her voice is a sigh, her body silky, vibrating. Her hands settle in my hair.

“Do you hurt here, beautiful?”

“Yes. I’m aching.”

“Here?” I slide a finger inside her. Jesus. So soft, so wet…thrilling me, stealing my breath. She’s a gift. A treasure. Always.

“Yesssss.”

“Jesus, I just want to fuck you.”

“Do it.”

“I will. Just let me play here…for a bit…taste you…” I lick her again, her essence intoxicating, delicate and sweet, a fucking aphrodisiac that lights my blood on fire.

Soft moans fall from her lips as I have fun teasing and nibbling, savoring her, but also making her vibrate. Her fingers twist into my hair and tug, adding to my arousal.

“Please, Owen. Fuck me.”

“Mmmm. I can’t wait.” I straighten and shove my shirt off, roll to the side to quickly get rid of my pants, and dig around for a condom. Then I’m ready, and so is she, stretched out on the bed, her smooth curves glowing in the pale light, her eyes dark and hazy, her lips curved into a sultry smile.

I move between her thighs, laying my hands on them to part them further. “You are so beautiful.”

“Ohhh. I think you are, too.” Her hands caress my chest, then her fingertips trail down over my tight abs. I’m tight everywhere.

I push up inside her, no waiting. She cries out, taking me, hot and slick and tight.

I plant my arms into the mattress and lean over her to kiss her. She sucks on my tongue and bites at my lips, eager and wet. I’m lost in her, her body squeezing my cock, her tongue in my mouth, falling into pleasure so deep I never want it to end.

I want her. Only her. Always her.

I lift my head to peer into her eyes. The intimacy is staggering. We’re joined as close as we can be, not just our bodies, but all of us, every level of our being.

“I love you.”

Her smile fills my chest with heat. “I love you.”

I lift her up onto my lap again. She props herself up on her arms behind her and digs her heels into the mattress, and I hold her there with one arm banded around her, the other resting on her stomach as I pump into her. Her tits bounce, our foreheads touch, we breathe each other’s air, hot air. It scorches my lungs. I slip my hands to her ass and lift her up and down on my cock. We’re both noisy with grunts and sighs, cries and tiny sobs. I lift her higher and she wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me, riding my cock, grinding herself against me.

“Find it,” I growl.

“Yes. So close…”

Her body clasps me so tightly, my strokes ever slicker, then she tightens even more, a soft wail failing from her lips.

“Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. Beautiful.”

She’s rippling around me, milking me, and Christ, I can’t hold back anymore. My balls draw up tight at the base of my cock, pressure building then shooting up my spine as unbelievable pleasure pours through me. I’m suspended in mindless bliss, pulsing in her tight channel, her face buried in the side of my neck and I hold onto her. I’m never letting her go.

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