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  I shrugged. “Yeah.”

  “I don’t even know what to say.” He shook his head. “I thought I was losing my fucking mind.”

  I bit my lip as he squatted down next to my exploded bag and started to go through my—his—things.

  He pulled out a sweatshirt that I’d only gotten six months ago.

  He’d left it at his parents’ place and I’d run by there on a whim. I’d also picked the sweatshirt up and had intended to just move it, thinking that it was Wolf’s, when I’d smelled it.

  I knew right then and there that it wasn’t Wolf’s. It was Nathan’s.

  I’d know his scent anywhere.

  Which was why, when his parents weren’t looking, I’d taken it.

  I’d also been there when Nathan had come by looking for it.

  And I’d lied my little head off.

  Nope. Didn’t see that KPD SWAT shirt anywhere.

  Not me.

  Nope.

  I’d slept in it until one night when I’d accidentally dropped it in the toilet and was forced to wash it.

  Then I was forced to procure another shirt that smelled like him.

  It was a vicious cycle.

  One that I wasn’t proud of now that he was staring at all my booty.

  My stolen booty.

  “Did you realize that this is something that you’re not allowed to steal, either?” he asked, holding up the sweatshirt.

  I shrugged. “Why not?”

  “Because it’s department-issued, woman!” he growled. “And I need it for work.”

  I frowned. “You’ve been making out just fine without it so far.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “I’ve been freezing my balls off. I have to literally buy a new one if I want to wear long sleeves while at work, and all along you had it?”

  I scrunched up my nose. “It’s not my fault that I just find these things.”

  He stood up and tossed my sweatshirt to the pile of clothes.

  “Where did you find it?” he asked, closing in on me.

  I bit my lip, wondering if he would see through the lie that was about to slip off my tongue.

  He must’ve realized what I was about to do, too, because before I could open my mouth and give a false answer, he was on me, pinning me to the wall.

  “All this time,” he growled as he pressed me into the wall, his big body pinning mine there like a trapped butterfly.

  Speaking of butterflies, there was an entire swarm of them, the kind of swarm that showed up on fucking weather radars there were so many, taking flight in my belly.

  I licked my lips, suddenly nervous.

  “What else of mine do you have? You know, despite my entire fucking wardrobe?” he growled.

  I felt the vibration of his chest against my nipples.

  He was standing that close.

  “Ummm,” I hesitated. “I think I have a couple of your chargers?”

  There. That wasn’t a complete lie.

  And, to be honest, everyone stole chargers. Didn’t they?

  He wound his finger around a curl that had escaped from my bun.

  He slowly dragged his fingernail over the length of the hair, his eyes enraptured as he watched his finger move along the soft tresses.

  “I want to see this hair trailing over my thighs as you suck my cock,” he said out of the blue, his eyes moving from my hair to my eyes. “I have this one fantasy from when I was a kid. It all centered around you, me, my motorcycle, and the make-out spot out by the river.”

  The make-out spot he spoke of was where all of the Uncertain kids used to hang out, get drunk, and fool around.

  Though, some even took it a little further than making out, but neither one of us had—at least that I knew of.

  “Yeah?” I asked. “I thought you hated me. Why would you want me to meet you there? That was where you took all your other girlfriends.”

  All your girlfriends that weren’t me.

  “I’ve never hated you, Reggie Morton. I’ve only ever…” His phone rang and he groaned.

  He reached over and pulled it off of the bed where he must’ve dropped it at some point and read the readout.

  He cursed.

  “SWAT call,” he grumbled, looking pissed.

  I bit my lip to hide my groan of frustration.

  “Well shit,” I grumbled. “That’s no fun.”

  He reluctantly pulled himself off of me and backed away toward the door, as if he didn’t trust me to allow him to leave without jumping on his back and begging him to stay.

  It definitely was a real possibility, but I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

  He didn’t need to know the depth of my feelings toward him.

  Not ever.

  “Be safe,” I found myself saying, my eyes on his lips.

  He winked, and then he disappeared out of the door, then farther out of the duplex itself.

  I slowly turned my back to the doorway and found myself heading for the bathroom.

  A shower sounded like exactly what I needed.

  I was just rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard the bathroom door creak open.

  When I finally had all the soap gone and could open my eyes, it was to see Nathan standing there looking hot.

  “They canceled the call,” he murmured as he slowly began to take his shirt off.

  I bit my lip and watched as he took off first his shirt, followed by his boots, socks, and then pants.

  When he finally got to his underwear, I couldn’t force myself to look away.

  He slowly pushed the boxer briefs down the length of his muscular thighs, and I groaned aloud at the sight of his hard cock, colored a deep, ruddy hue, bouncing slightly with the beat of his heart.

  He was hard, and thick, and had veins standing out all over his length.

  I wanted to trace each one with my lips.

  Nathan had other ideas, though.

  The moment that he finally stepped into the shower with me, he had me up and pressed against the freezing-ass shower tile.

  I groaned and squirmed, unable to stop myself from trying to get my back away from the freezing cold wall.

  In the meantime, he was lining his cock up with my entrance and slowly pushing inside.

  I gasped and stopped squirming at the first press of his cock against my opening.

  “Jesus Christ,” he hissed as he felt the resistance. “You’re so tight.”

  I didn’t bother to tell him why.

  He didn’t need to know that I was a complete and utter lovesick fool when it came to him.

  Instead, I tightened my legs and urged him even farther inside.

  “Harder,” I ordered when he slowly started to rock his hips back and forth.

  He grunted out a laugh and pulled back only to snap his hips back forward and push into me so deep and far that I nearly cried out in surprise.

  I didn’t, but that was only because he had his mouth pressed to mine, swallowing the scream.

  My arm flailed out for something to hold onto, something to give me purchase while the man that I was in love with fucked the absolute hell out of me.

  The first thing I found was the hot water knob.

  I latched onto it for dear life, my fingers gripping it so tight that my fingers cracked.

  “Oh, God.” My head flew backward, right into the shampoo bottles that were barely being held up by the tiny shelf above my head.

  The bottle fell into the next one, then the next one, until they all went tumbling down toward the floor.

  Nathan cursed, his hands tightening on my hips for a few seconds as one of the bottles landed on his toe, but just as quick he was back, stroking into me as if he probably didn’t have a broken toe to deal with now.

  Nathan hitched me up higher onto the wall, only to allow my body to fall back down a second later, this time giving me even more of his length.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed, my hea
d going forward to rest on his muscular shoulder.

  The new angle allowed him to slip just a tiny bit deeper, and his next thrust came into contact with my cervix, sending a zing of surprise and discomfort through me.

  He felt my change and slowed, the next thrust not going as deep.

  I curled my free arm around his neck and turned my head so that I could bite down on his neck.

  He jolted, grinding his cock into me in reaction to my mouth and tongue now running up and down the cord of his neck.

  The new, grinding action sent my nerves to singing, thrumming to the tune of a beat that Nathan was causing my body to sing to.

  “You feel like a hot, wet fist around my cock,” he said. “So.” He thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Responsive.”

  Each thrust was punctuated with a twist of his hips. A grinding press of his hips as he pulled mine down, getting deep without the sudden, jarring jolt of a thrust.

  Whatever it was that he was doing was working, too.

  I could feel my orgasm building by the second.

  Thrust. Grind. Thrust. Grind.

  Over and over he did this until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Latching onto his neck with my teeth, I moaned and tilted my hips just so. On his next grind and thrust, it sent me flying.

  My orgasm burst over me. A burst of a cannon firing wouldn’t be an exaggeration to how it felt. One second, I was just a normal woman. The next, I realized that the feeling that Nathan had just invoked from me would never be recreated or topped by anyone else ever again. Nathan could do things to me that I couldn’t even accomplish myself.

  The hand that was on the hot water crank twitched and turned.

  Nathan hissed and started to come, his cock twitching inside of me as he released himself in hot, long pulses.

  That’s when the hot water heater started to kick in and hit Nathan’s back.

  He cursed and bailed out of it as fast as he could, pulling me with him, except the shampoo bottles that’d fallen had left a layer of shampoo on the bottom of the shower. Which happened to be exactly where Nathan stepped.

  One second we were standing, and the next we were going down.

  Luckily Nathan had the decency to land on the bottom, not on top of me, or he would’ve straight up crushed me.

  We hit hard, and I was staring in horror at him seconds later.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, worried.

  He scrunched up his nose and groaned, letting his head flop down onto the ground for a few seconds before the water that was pouring down around us became too hot.

  “Yeah,” he groaned and sat up. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

  It actually wasn’t that hot. It felt pretty good.

  But Nathan was a little bitch after all.

  “You’re such a little bitch,” I teased as I stood up.

  His cock leaving my body felt like a piece of my soul had gone missing.

  Still, we couldn’t stay there all night.

  Unfortunately, I had to go to work the next morning and four o’clock came awfully early.

  Once I got to my feet, I stood over him and washed my hair with the hot water.

  He stayed where he was, his mouth tipped up, as the hot water turned his poor skin bright red.

  “What are you looking at?” I asked as I lifted my arms.

  “You,” he answered easily. “I can’t say it’s the most comfortable place in the world lying down here, getting water up my nose and in my eyes from the splashing. But you’re goddamn beautiful.”

  I snorted.

  I wasn’t beautiful.

  I was a mess.

  But still, I felt like a fucking supermodel all because Nathan was looking at me with sincere eyes.

  “You need your eyes checked,” I said as I reached for the soap.

  He stood up then, his abs working as he curled himself up off the bathroom floor, momentarily making me forget what we were talking about.

  “Wash my back off,” he ordered as he turned around.

  I pulled the showerhead off of the holder and aimed it at his back, using my hand to wipe the excess shampoo and conditioner off of his back.

  As I did, he shuddered.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s really hot. And not in a good way.”

  Grinning, I finished up and started soaping up his back even though it was likely the cleanest he’d ever had it.

  Once I was done, I moved onto his legs and his butt.

  Only when I was done with the back did I move to the front.

  But I didn’t make him turn around.

  Instead, I pressed my front against his back and did it by touch only.

  I studiously avoided his hard cock, though.

  I seriously was going to hate myself in the morning if I didn’t ignore it.

  In the end, though, I didn’t even get the choice.

  Sadly, the water eventually ran out of heat, but neither one of us seemed to notice.

  Oh, and I was definitely really, really late going to bed.

  Tomorrow I was going to regret it.

  Tonight, though? Not one single regret.

  ***

  The next morning I woke up with a very excited man between my legs, grinding his erection against me, and my alarm blaring.

  I blinked one eye open and stared at the man that was hovering above me.

  “What time is it?” I mumbled, voice husky and wondering how many times I’d pressed snooze.

  “Four fifty-five in the morning,” he said. “You have a half an hour before you need to leave.”

  A half an hour.

  That meant that I’d been pressing snooze for over twenty minutes.

  Dammit.

  “Shit,” I said as I tried to push him off of me. “We need to go.”

  He pressed his weight more deeply into me, pinning me to the bed.

  “You’re not late,” he said.

  No, I wasn’t.

  But that was because I set my alarm thirty minutes earlier than I needed to because I knew that I’d press snooze at least three times.

  Since it was now twenty-five minutes after my alarm had first been set to go off, it meant that I’d already snoozed three times.

  The max amount that I was able to press snooze and still make it to work on time.

  I hooked my leg around the back of Nathan’s thigh, then used my upper body to reverse our positions until I was on top of him instead.

  “I have to get to work,” I repeated, looking at Nathan with a small grin

  Nathan’s hands traveled up the length of my spine, his mouth dropping kisses onto the collarbone of my neck.

  “I don’t want you to go,” he grumbled, his head of hair in disarray from sleep.

  I moved so I could sink my hands into the long locks of his hair.

  I’d always loved Nathan’s hair.

  “I really do have to go to work,” I admitted. “And, bonus points, I now get to visit with my favorite guy.”

  Nathan’s lips twitched as he stared up at me with amusement covering his features.

  “There are times that I forget that he’s alive,” he admitted. “Like, until right then when you said that, I didn’t remember. Now I feel like an asshole for forgetting him.”

  I lightly scratched Nathan’s head and ran my fingers through the finest head of hair I’d ever seen. Women would’ve killed for hair like this.

  “You’ve known about him for all of three days,” I said. “It’s not like you’re expected to just jump right on board with this. You’re allowed a few days to adjust.”

  He closed his eyes and a sound close to a purr came out of his mouth when he arched his neck, indicating that he liked what I was doing to his hair.

  “I used to dream about you putting your hands in my hair,” he said.

  When he opened his eyes next, he almost looked guilty for what he’d admitted.

  That’s when I kissed him. />
  Stinky breath. Having to pee so bad that I could barely hold it. Needed to get out of bed five minutes ago.

  All of those things didn’t matter, not one single bit. Not when the man that I loved was telling me things that I’d longed to hear forever.

  “Yeah?” I asked, pulling back. “Well I’ve always wanted to sink my fingers into it.”

  To emphasize that point, I sifted my fingers through his long locks and ran my nose along the bridge of his nose, wondering if he’d care if I just stayed exactly like this for the rest of my life.

  He probably would.

  “You need to go,” he murmured into my mouth.

  I did.

  I sighed and fell over, allowing my body to hit the bed with a solid bump before I kept on rolling.

  I was seconds away from getting off the bed completely when he said, “I don’t want you to go.”

  I looked at him over my shoulder, loving the look in his eyes.

  “I don’t want to go, Nathan,” I admitted.

  With that, I got up and made my way to the bathroom, taking care of my pressing bladder needs.

  I was just reaching for the toilet paper when he pushed through the partially closed bathroom door and looked right at me.

  I blinked as we made eye contact.

  “Umm.” I paused, unsure what I should do. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

  “I know,” he said. “I’m waiting my turn.”

  “There’s a bathroom down the hall,” I said, feeling heat rise in my face.

  “I know,” he said. “But it doesn’t have any toilet paper.”

  I felt my face get even hotter. “Umm,” I said. “You can take some from in here.”

  “Or I can just wait in here until you get done,” he pointed out, gesturing to the roll of toilet paper that I was still in the process of reaching for.

  I looked away and finished, wiping myself clean and standing up, pulling my underwear up so fast that I gave myself a wedgie.

  I’d be damned if I was going to pick it out, though.

  Turning around, I flushed the toilet and headed to the sink where I washed my hands and started brushing my teeth.

  That’s when I realized that Nathan hadn’t waited for me to get out before he started to do his business.

  I squeaked and rushed out of the room, taking my foaming mouth and toothbrush with me to the kitchen sink.

  Finishing up, I spit in the sink before rinsing my toothbrush out and turning on my coffee maker.