“I got it when I got back home before the draft. I was there, you know. I saw you sing it.”

Shocked, she looked from his chest to his gorgeous face. “You were?”

“Yeah, I was in the back. I remember that day like it was yesterday. You wore a red dress that was beyond hot. It wasn’t your normal red dress either; it was a different one, sexier with sheer shit across the back. You had braided your bangs into your hair and tucked it behind your ear, a little red bow in the braid. You looked beautiful, breathtaking, and when you sang this song, it was hard to watch, but I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

Love you. Not loved.

Tears stung her eyes as she leaned her forehead against his chin. She wanted to ask why he left, but she didn’t want to spoil their moment yet. There would be a time for answers, but right now was not that time. She was given a second chance to enjoy his body, and she would do just that. This was their closure, and when he walked out that door, she would have the answers and her fill of him before letting him go. As much as she would like to believe that he meant his words and would possibly want to be with her, she couldn’t get her hopes up.

Plus, what would she do? Pick up everything and leave? She was going to do it before, but now she had a business, a life in Chicago.

A lonely life.

Closing her eyes tightly, tears leaked out the sides as she pressed her lips to his chest, kissing the tattoo softly. She dusted her lips up his chest to his throat and his jaw, and he growled under her touch before she met her lips to his. Climbing on top of him, she knew she was far from done with him. She needed more, and when she felt him hard beneath her, she knew he felt the same way.

Moving down his body, she sat on his knees as she took him in her hand. Locking her gaze with his, she lowered her mouth to his jutting cock and swirled her tongue along the head of him. Taking him in and out of her mouth, she played with his balls as his groan filled the room in the sexiest way possible. Gooseflesh broke out on her skin as she took him to the back of her throat, sucking him and swirling her tongue around him like he was the most delicious sucker in the world. When his fingers tangled in her hair, she moved her mouth up and over him, running her tongue down the velvet smoothness of him, licking his balls, his thighs, everything, just needing to taste every single inch of him.

Kissing up his tight abs, his even tighter chest, Lacey ran her tongue up his chin before taking his mouth with hers, kissing him the way she had dreamed of doing for a very long time. She was dripping with arousal and moved along his cock with ease before reaching between them and bringing him inside her. Her eyes closed tightly as she pushed down until he was completely inside her. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed herself up, causing him to go deeper, and the feeling was oh so beautiful. Breathtaking, really. The feeling of utter completeness. That’s what Karson did to her; he made her feel complete and all his.

Every single fiber in her body was his.

Had been since she’d watched his retreating back and heard the slam of the door to her dorm room. Slowly moving her hips in a teasing but satisfying way, her eyes met his and everything was just too much to handle. Soon she was coming, her body jerking and seizing up as his fingers bit into her hips. Her eyes shut tightly as she slowly rode out her orgasm, her body constricting around him as his groans mixed with her cries.

Such an amazing sound, she thought as she moved up and down the length of him.

All of a sudden, though, Karson flipped them over, his body pressing down on hers as he framed her face with his large, rough hands. Each callus on his hands touched her face and it was perfect. The contrast of rough and soft was so nice, and soon she found herself rubbing her face into his hands, wanting never to forget this amazing moment as he started to move into her again. His eyes never left hers as he slowly moved within her, each grunt hot against her jaw as he filled her and then came completely out of her before pressing even harder into her again. Her fingers wrapped around his large biceps, holding on for dear life as another orgasm started to build. It had been so long since she had felt this good, ready to come for a fourth time, and she couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure if she tried. He was the only one who could awaken her body like this. The only one to drive her completely insane and make her love every single second of it.

Taking his mouth with her own, she closed her eyes as she squeezed his bicep, her tongue moving playfully with his as he continued to fuck her slowly. When her body went rigid underneath his, squeezing him so hard, he groaned loudly against her lips before pushing himself up and taking her by the backs of the knees. Holding her legs up, he pounded into her wildly, his face contorted in strong lines as he came inside her, his body jerking as his thrusts slowed and his grip on her backs of her knees loosened. Falling on top of her, he wrapped his arms beneath her head, holding her so close they shared the same breath as she got lost in his eyes.

When his lips came near hers, she turned her face so that she could kiss him, but instead of kissing her, he said, “I don’t know how I’ll ever be the same after all that.”

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze as she took in the same breath he let out. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

He cupped her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone. “And I don’t know how I am going to open that door and walk out without you attached to me.”

Don’t leave me then.

The words were right there, but instead, she nodded as she tore her gaze from his. “I don’t know how I am going to let you.”