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Since it's the last of the year, I thought I'd share a story I love that I haven't talked about in a while. Somewhere I Belong. I'd love to find a Sully of my own. Grin. Enjoy this sexy snippet!
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“I’m not looking for love.” Marley shoved her hands into her back pockets. Her breasts arched towards him. “I’m running away at a full sprint.”
“That’s when love finds you, when you aren’t ready.” He traced the neckline of her T-shirt. Sully cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the beaded tip.
She slapped her hand through the air and backed away. “Save the syrupy stuff for one of your power ballads. I’m sitting this one out.”
“I’ll put in all the schmaltz I can, if the song’s written for you.” He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged her flush against his body. Her mewl turned him inside out.
She stared at his shirt a moment before gazing into his eyes. “Hey, I’m not perfect or beautiful, and I speak my mind, I’m not the kind of woman—”
Sully gave into temptation and dipped down to taste her, silencing further explanation. Marley whimpered, thumping her fists against his chest. After a moment of hesitation, she opened to him, twining their tongues. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her, learning her curves. “You need time, but you make it hard for me to behave.” He broke the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair. “I want you.”
“Sully, this—us—can’t happen.” She panted and fisted his shirt. Her cheeks glowed a pinkish hue. “I won’t let it.”
He willed his breathing to slow to normal. She churned him up in too many delicious ways to count, and he wasn’t about to let her get away so quickly. “I’m not the same man I was when I left. Please don’t push me away like I pushed you.”
Marley nibbled the inside of her cheek and toyed with the hem of her shirt. She cast her gaze downward. “My past isn’t rosy either. To use your words, I don’t know how to explain it.”
Sully smoothed his hand over her cheek, tilting her head to meet her gaze. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”