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Chapter Eighteen
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The hot, plush press of Ava’s lips might as well have been a bolt of lightning shocking my entire nervous system.
This kiss was just as unexpected and fiery hot as the one in the hospital.
She let out a soft moan that sizzled down my spine.
Everything blurred. There was only the heat of her mouth on mine and the jolt of electricity snapping through every point of contact.
She moved closer, shifting into my lap. It was a little awkward with the boot, but she didn’t let that stop her. She was warm and soft, and sweet fucking hell, I could have kissed her for days. This wasn’t some careful little maybe-we-should test. She threw herself into it.
Ava nipped at my bottom lip at one point and broke into a giggle as we came apart, breathless. My own laugh rumbled in my chest as our eyes locked. Hers were wide and dark with need. Meanwhile, I was on fucking fire for her.
My cock was hard and aching, and I wasn’t even thinking when I took her hand and guided it down to press over the solid length in my jeans. “This is what I mean,” I said, my voice low and rough.
Her eyes went wide. “What do you mean?”
“That’s how much I want you, Ava.”
I wasn’t trying to push. I just wanted her to know, no analysis included. My ache for her was just from a kiss.