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continues for a moment as we take each other in. Damn, the last two years have been good to her. Claire’s even more beautiful than I remember, if that’s even possible.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been hearing you’ve got beaver fever,” she says, “but you don’t hear me complaining now, do you?” My eyes follow as she crosses her arms over her full chest, giving me that devastatingly sexy smile of hers, knowing full well she’s affecting me already.
“There’s only ever been one beaver that’s made me feverish, though. You know that, right?” I return her not-so-subtle jab. Sure, I’ve dated lots of women, but I’m positive that she hasn’t exactly been a nun either these past two years. It’s a tough job trying to get over a girl like Claire. Never did work, either.
“You always did have good taste. My beaver is pretty magical,” she says, giving me a sexy little chin lift and taking me in from head to toe.
And quick as a whip, Claire Knox is back in my life.
“Is it, Claire? Is it still as good as I remember?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You want the truth?” I ask, unsure if she’s as committed to playing this game as I am.
“Honesty is the best policy they say, right? So, yeah,” she replies, looking smug.
“Huh, isn’t that an interesting statement coming from your lips,” I blurt, and realize I may have just ended our game of wits. Motherfucker-stupid-ass.
She cocks her head to the side, my comment clearly making her confidence falter. “Matty…” She says my name with exasperation. “I’m so sor—”
I step in closer. “No.”
I place my finger over her lips, stopping her words from escaping. Her shoulders slump, her bravado slipping as she lowers her eyes to the floor attempting to avoid eye contact. No, don’t back down, baby. I need this. We need this.
“Never mind all that shit for now,” I say, bending forward and touching my hand to her cheek, grazing my knuckles along her smooth skin, hoping she’ll meet my eyes again and finish what we started. “We’ll tackle it later.”
You’re still you and I’m still me. Come on, play with me. Give me back my girl.
“Ask me again. Come on, baby.” I kiss her cheek.
Looking up at me, a tell of a smile begins to spread across her stunningly beautiful face. It’s the best one she’s got, too, it’s the mischievous one, and it accompanies the return of that majestic glint in her eyes, the one that makes her blue eyes shine like they’re always supposed to.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she says, her voice triumphant once again.
That’s my girl.
“Truth?” I ask again, cocking my head in jest.
“Yeah, Matty, truth . Would you like to know if my pussy is still magical?” she grins, knowing she’s winning now. I’ve always loved her sassy little mouth.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. They say you never really know what you’ve got until it’s gone, but I’ll tell you what. That’s a bunch of bullshit. Because this woman right here is all I ever wanted—both when I had her, and since she’s been gone.
“More than you could ever fucking know, Claire.” I replace my hand with my lips, running my mouth gently along the side of her jaw to the juncture of her neck. “You smell the same, you smell so fucking familiar and good. Claire, you smell like home. My home. Fuck, I’ve missed you, Sugarshack.”
I look into her eyes, which now shimmer with what I know to be desire.
Chapter 12
Claire
H oly Jesus sittin’ on his rainbow, does Matt look delicious. He looks so fucking manly, incredibly sexy and completely all consuming like I remember. When he first called out my name, I swear my ovaries perked up like the mothership had arrived to bring us to planet Gonna Get My Rocks Off!
Fuckity fuck fuck. He’s actually here, and I know I’m in trouble. My kryptonite is facing me, his light brown eyes laced with flecks of mahogany. They rake over me, taking in my now wired body inch-by-inch. His
“Yeah, well, I’ve been hearing you’ve got beaver fever,” she says, “but you don’t hear me complaining now, do you?” My eyes follow as she crosses her arms over her full chest, giving me that devastatingly sexy smile of hers, knowing full well she’s affecting me already.
“There’s only ever been one beaver that’s made me feverish, though. You know that, right?” I return her not-so-subtle jab. Sure, I’ve dated lots of women, but I’m positive that she hasn’t exactly been a nun either these past two years. It’s a tough job trying to get over a girl like Claire. Never did work, either.
“You always did have good taste. My beaver is pretty magical,” she says, giving me a sexy little chin lift and taking me in from head to toe.
And quick as a whip, Claire Knox is back in my life.
“Is it, Claire? Is it still as good as I remember?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You want the truth?” I ask, unsure if she’s as committed to playing this game as I am.
“Honesty is the best policy they say, right? So, yeah,” she replies, looking smug.
“Huh, isn’t that an interesting statement coming from your lips,” I blurt, and realize I may have just ended our game of wits. Motherfucker-stupid-ass.
She cocks her head to the side, my comment clearly making her confidence falter. “Matty…” She says my name with exasperation. “I’m so sor—”
I step in closer. “No.”
I place my finger over her lips, stopping her words from escaping. Her shoulders slump, her bravado slipping as she lowers her eyes to the floor attempting to avoid eye contact. No, don’t back down, baby. I need this. We need this.
“Never mind all that shit for now,” I say, bending forward and touching my hand to her cheek, grazing my knuckles along her smooth skin, hoping she’ll meet my eyes again and finish what we started. “We’ll tackle it later.”
You’re still you and I’m still me. Come on, play with me. Give me back my girl.
“Ask me again. Come on, baby.” I kiss her cheek.
Looking up at me, a tell of a smile begins to spread across her stunningly beautiful face. It’s the best one she’s got, too, it’s the mischievous one, and it accompanies the return of that majestic glint in her eyes, the one that makes her blue eyes shine like they’re always supposed to.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she says, her voice triumphant once again.
That’s my girl.
“Truth?” I ask again, cocking my head in jest.
“Yeah, Matty, truth . Would you like to know if my pussy is still magical?” she grins, knowing she’s winning now. I’ve always loved her sassy little mouth.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. They say you never really know what you’ve got until it’s gone, but I’ll tell you what. That’s a bunch of bullshit. Because this woman right here is all I ever wanted—both when I had her, and since she’s been gone.
“More than you could ever fucking know, Claire.” I replace my hand with my lips, running my mouth gently along the side of her jaw to the juncture of her neck. “You smell the same, you smell so fucking familiar and good. Claire, you smell like home. My home. Fuck, I’ve missed you, Sugarshack.”
I look into her eyes, which now shimmer with what I know to be desire.
Chapter 12
Claire
H oly Jesus sittin’ on his rainbow, does Matt look delicious. He looks so fucking manly, incredibly sexy and completely all consuming like I remember. When he first called out my name, I swear my ovaries perked up like the mothership had arrived to bring us to planet Gonna Get My Rocks Off!
Fuckity fuck fuck. He’s actually here, and I know I’m in trouble. My kryptonite is facing me, his light brown eyes laced with flecks of mahogany. They rake over me, taking in my now wired body inch-by-inch. His
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