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I quickly remove my shirt while she helps me with my board shorts. Within seconds, we are both naked and panting. I climb on top her, eager to be inside of her. Our lips connect as we begin a dance only the two of us are privy to know.
    Incapable of slowing down and exploring, I slam into her, grunting until we both find our release. I roll over, taking Erin with me so that she is lying on my stomach.
    “Chewbacca sex,” she says kissing my chest. “It never gets old.”
    I grin and let out a roar just so I can hear her laugh in response. Erin rests her head on my chest and falls asleep while I caress her bare back.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 13
     
     
    Trent
     
    Erin wakes up slowly and I watch her eyes flutter open until they rest on me and she smiles.
    “I’ve missed you,” I tell her and by the intensity on her face, I know she feels the same way.
    She leans her face towards me until our lips meet, a passionate entanglement of lips and tongue. I touch her bare back which she arches, practically purring at the contact, and I switch our positions so that she is lying flat on her back. Still driven by desire, I touch her, skin on skin, as we begin our dance once again.
    “I love you, Erin,” I tell her, my eyes gripping hers so that she doesn’t shut them.
    “I love you too, Trent,” she says.
    I lower my lips to hers and she closes her eyes. “Keep them open,” I tell her. “I want you to see just how much I love you. How much I need you.”
    She clings to my back, her eyes steadily on me, as I take her slowly. I want her to feel me, every part of me that I am draining into her. I need her to know that without her I am nothing. With every movement, I am not only proclaiming my love, but my regrets.
    With her arms around my neck, she lifts her face so that she can kiss me. Already I am losing control and when she whispers my name , silent as a prayer, I shudder and collapse on top of her.
    I get up so that I don’t squish Erin any longer, but she wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer to her.
    “Stay,” she says so I do.
    Her fingers run circles on my back, slow, rhythmic and, because she’s Erin, purposeful. She has a pattern she follows when she runs her fingers on my back, never deterring from the directions her mind guides her.
    “What was that?” she asks quietly.
    I prop myself up so I can look at her. “What was what?” I ask, genuinely curious where her mind has taken her.
    “That,” she says and I feel her arms gesture behind me. “This. It was different.”
    The sex was different. A bit more intimate and intense.
    “It was me showing you, I love you.”
    Her eyes fill, which breaks me because she rarely ever cries. I sit up and pull her on my lap, wrapping my hands around her. She laughs as she tries to brush away the tears, but her laugh is shaky and unconvincing so she rests her head on my shoulder.
    “Every day you show me, Trent,” she says, barely a whisper, but I hear her words clearly as if she were speaking directly into my heart. “Every day you give me more than I deserve. Every day you give me your heart.”
    “I’m yours, Erin. Always,” I tell her, kissing her on her forehead.
    “And what does your wife do in return?” she shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Trent. You deserve so much more than I can give you.”
    “You give me more than I ever hoped for.”
    “Hope for more,” she says, kissing me with the same passion I showed her earlier. “Because I’m gonna give you a shitload more.”
    I smile at the determination in her voice. There’s one good thing about Erin being so hell-bent. She doesn’t know how to lose, not even against herself. So I already know I’ll be getting more as promised. And more of Erin is always a good thing.
     
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    I proclaim the following morning to be a clothes-free day. Our motto for the day is “Nude and Proud.” Erin doesn’t understand my reference, but I laugh at my own wit, wishing my brother were