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He presses a gentle kiss to the corner of my lips, and I gasp.

“You’re mine. You’ve been mine from the moment I saw you. And I’m definitely yours. So, I’m here, telling you that I want you today and every day after. I’m so beyond fucking crazy about you that I’m going insane from not being with you. So, whatever it is that’s stopping you from being with me, like we both know you want, then just fight it, babe, because I can’t be without you a moment longer.”

“I…” My mind is whirling, my mouth dry. My body and heart are screaming for him, but my logic is trying to fight this.

But his words are penetrating my already crumbling wall. The way I feel about him is never going to go away, no matter how hard I fight it.

Then, it just suddenly seems so easy.

I have to try this with him. If I don’t, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

Staring into his eyes, I press my palm to his chest. I love the way his eyes close on the feel of me touching him. The beat of his heart so hard against my hand.

“I do want you,” I whisper.

He opens his eyes and I see something deep move within them. “You want to fuck me? Or you want to be with me? Because I can’t do one without the other. I can’t keep fucking you and then losing you, Andressa. I need you. All of you.”

“I need you, too. I don’t want to keep running anymore.” It’s only then that I realize that I’m crying.

With emotion, Carrick watches the tear as it rolls down my cheek. He sweeps it away with his thumb.

I can feel his body trembling beneath my hand.

And it’s in this moment that I understand just how deeply he feels for me, and I want him to know that I feel the same.

“I’m crazy about you,” I whisper. “I want to be with you…all of you…if you’ll have me?”

My words have some effect on him.

The next thing I know, he’s kissing me and telling me, “God, you’re all I fucking want. All I’ve ever wanted.”

I fall into his kiss, pressing my body to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. He holds me tight, devouring my mouth, like he never wants to let me go.

And I don’t ever want to let him go, but there are things I need to tell him…my fears, why I am the way I am. I need to tell him about my dad, so he knows fully what he’s getting into with me.

“Carrick, wait…” I pant over his lips. “Before we do this, there are some things I need to tell you—”

“No,” he growls against my mouth, halting my words. “No more talking. We can talk later, but right now, I just need to be inside you. That can’t wait.”

Like I’m going to argue with that.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Okay.”

Then, we’re kissing each other, hard and desperate, like two people starved.

I guess we have been starved of each other.

Carrick starts pulling at my clothes, unzipping the rest of my overalls with just barely there impatience. Shoving them down my legs, I toe my shoes off and kick the overalls off, leaving me in jean shorts and my tank top.

I tear at Carrick’s clothes with the same ferocity, pulling his overalls off. He kicks his shoes off and then yanks the overalls off his legs with an impatience that makes me smile.

My hands go to his jeans. At the exact same time, his hands go to my shorts, unbuttoning them, and then they’re gone, whipped down my legs. All the time, we’re both desperately kissing one another—mouths, cheeks, necks, shoulders, anywhere we can.

Then, he lifts me, turning with me, and puts me down on the workbench. He pulls my tank over my head. Cupping my breast over my bra, he brushes his thumbs over my already hard nipples, and I gasp.

“You’re wet for me, Andressa?”

Biting my lip, I stare into his eyes. “Yes.”

Reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra. Removing it, he tosses it to the floor. Cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing, he dips his head, taking a nipple in his mouth.

“Yes.” My head falls back on a desperate, urgent whimper.

My hands go to his head, holding him to me, as he starts to lick and suck my nipple, gently kneading the other breast with his hand.

Then, he’s kissing his way up my chest, back to my mouth. He grabs a handful of my hair and starts to kiss me hard. There’s an almost angry urge to the way he’s taking my mouth.

And it’s a huge turn-on, knowing how desperate he is for me.

After biting my lower lip, he licks the sting away. Hands grabbing my behind, fingers digging into my skin, he yanks me up against him, his erection pressing into me, making me even more desperate for him.

“I need to fuck you now, and it’s gonna be a hard ride, babe, because I’ve gone way too long without you. But right after, I’m gonna take you up to my bed, and then I’ll take my time with you. That okay?”

Um…like I’m going to say no.

Sliding a hand between us, I grab hold of his cock through his boxers, giving him a firm squeeze. “Fuck me now. I want you—hard.”

His eyes ignite like a match has just been struck behind them. He yanks off his T-shirt. Then, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down over his hips, letting them drop to the floor.

My eyes greedily go to his cock. I bite my lip in anticipation.

“Keep looking at me like that, and this’ll be over in seconds.”

Grinning, I lift my eyes to his face. “I don’t care how long we have. I just care that you’re inside me, preferably in the next three seconds.”