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and feel your legs wrapped around me as I pound into you. I want to see you swallow my cock and hear you cry out in ecstasy. I want all those things, and the only reason I don’t take them is because you deserve better. I can’t give you anything, Georgie. I’m nothing, nobody—”
She closed the distance between them and put her hand over his mouth. “Shut up, Sam. Shut the fuck up right now. You are somebody. To me . You always have been, dammit. I’ve loved you since I was thirteen, and I’m not an idiot. Rick loves you. My parents love you. None of us are stupid.” She was crying now, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She put her hands on either side of his face, cupped his hard jaw with shaking fingers. “You aren’t a nobody, Sam. You’re amazing and wonderful and perfect just the way you are. And if your parents couldn’t see that, if they made you think differently, then you need to believe me and not them. Because I’m right, dammit, and they’re the ones who’re stupid.”
He spanned the back of her head with one broad hand. She could feel the tremors running through his body as he held her there. “You’re so fucking sweet, Georgeanne. I’ve always wanted you, since I first noticed you grew breasts. I’ve had a helluva time keeping my hands off you all these years. But I had to do it. You were meant for more than I could give you, and I couldn’t disrespect your parents that way. They trusted me. I couldn’t break that trust.”
Her breasts were tingling, her nipples tightening, and her core had grown impossibly wet. “They aren’t here now,” she said, stepping into his big body, bringing her aching breasts in contact with his naked chest. The thin cotton of her pajama top wasn’t much of a barrier, but it felt like the most torturous wall between them at the moment. “And even if they were in the next room, they have no say in my life. Nor should they have a say in yours. We’re adults, Sam. We do what we want. With whom we want.”
“I know that, but—”
She put her hand over his mouth to stop him from talking, from ruining this moment. She needed this. Needed him. So damn much. She’d felt empty for so long, and here was this man who made her feel like a sexual being again.
“No one is here but you and me, and no one ever has to know if that’s what you really want. What I want is you—inside me, making me come. Making me feel like I’m beautiful again. Like I’m worth wanting.”
She didn’t think he would do anything, but then he lowered his head slowly, almost as if he were fighting with himself. Right before he kissed her, he muttered against her mouth, “Tim was a fucking idiot, do you hear me? No woman is more beautiful than you.”
CHAPTER SIX
HE WAS DAMNED. He knew it, and he didn’t really care right this moment. Georgeanne Hayes was in his arms, her pretty body pressed tight up against his, and he didn’t fucking care about anything but that.
Her mouth parted beneath his and his tongue slipped inside, drew her into a delicious stroking that made his body harden even more than it already was. She said he was worthwhile, important, and he believed her. For right now anyway, he believed her.
He’d fought himself twelve years ago, and he’d fought himself today—Jesus, was it just today?—and he wasn’t fighting anymore. Georgie knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her, at least once before he died. He couldn’t have her in his life permanently, because his life was too unpredictable, but he could have this.
Georgie’s hands roamed over his hot flesh and then slid beneath his shorts until she grasped him. He groaned softly, his body so hard it hurt. Her hand was small and soft as she stroked him and pleasure began to sing inside his brain. He felt the familiar tightening at the base of his spine and knew he had to stop her before he embarrassed himself and came before he ever got inside her.
He broke the kiss and
She closed the distance between them and put her hand over his mouth. “Shut up, Sam. Shut the fuck up right now. You are somebody. To me . You always have been, dammit. I’ve loved you since I was thirteen, and I’m not an idiot. Rick loves you. My parents love you. None of us are stupid.” She was crying now, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She put her hands on either side of his face, cupped his hard jaw with shaking fingers. “You aren’t a nobody, Sam. You’re amazing and wonderful and perfect just the way you are. And if your parents couldn’t see that, if they made you think differently, then you need to believe me and not them. Because I’m right, dammit, and they’re the ones who’re stupid.”
He spanned the back of her head with one broad hand. She could feel the tremors running through his body as he held her there. “You’re so fucking sweet, Georgeanne. I’ve always wanted you, since I first noticed you grew breasts. I’ve had a helluva time keeping my hands off you all these years. But I had to do it. You were meant for more than I could give you, and I couldn’t disrespect your parents that way. They trusted me. I couldn’t break that trust.”
Her breasts were tingling, her nipples tightening, and her core had grown impossibly wet. “They aren’t here now,” she said, stepping into his big body, bringing her aching breasts in contact with his naked chest. The thin cotton of her pajama top wasn’t much of a barrier, but it felt like the most torturous wall between them at the moment. “And even if they were in the next room, they have no say in my life. Nor should they have a say in yours. We’re adults, Sam. We do what we want. With whom we want.”
“I know that, but—”
She put her hand over his mouth to stop him from talking, from ruining this moment. She needed this. Needed him. So damn much. She’d felt empty for so long, and here was this man who made her feel like a sexual being again.
“No one is here but you and me, and no one ever has to know if that’s what you really want. What I want is you—inside me, making me come. Making me feel like I’m beautiful again. Like I’m worth wanting.”
She didn’t think he would do anything, but then he lowered his head slowly, almost as if he were fighting with himself. Right before he kissed her, he muttered against her mouth, “Tim was a fucking idiot, do you hear me? No woman is more beautiful than you.”
CHAPTER SIX
HE WAS DAMNED. He knew it, and he didn’t really care right this moment. Georgeanne Hayes was in his arms, her pretty body pressed tight up against his, and he didn’t fucking care about anything but that.
Her mouth parted beneath his and his tongue slipped inside, drew her into a delicious stroking that made his body harden even more than it already was. She said he was worthwhile, important, and he believed her. For right now anyway, he believed her.
He’d fought himself twelve years ago, and he’d fought himself today—Jesus, was it just today?—and he wasn’t fighting anymore. Georgie knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her, at least once before he died. He couldn’t have her in his life permanently, because his life was too unpredictable, but he could have this.
Georgie’s hands roamed over his hot flesh and then slid beneath his shorts until she grasped him. He groaned softly, his body so hard it hurt. Her hand was small and soft as she stroked him and pleasure began to sing inside his brain. He felt the familiar tightening at the base of his spine and knew he had to stop her before he embarrassed himself and came before he ever got inside her.
He broke the kiss and
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