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She thought it couldn’t get any better than that, and lost herself in the moment. To top it off, he’d made her come without even really having to try. But now that he was kissing her again, and he wasn’t holding himself back from her, that kiss faded away into oblivion.

This, right here, was a kiss. And after he was finished with her, no other kiss in all of time would ever compare with his.

He dropped her onto the bed, covering his body with hers. “I’m not going to ask you again. Are you sure you want this?”

She nodded frantically, breathing fast and heavy. “Y-Yes. I’m sure.”

“By the time I’m done, you’re never going to forget what tonight felt like. What we did. For the rest of our lives, when we see each other, all we’ll think about is this one night together. The only night I made you scream my name so loud it woke up the neighbors.” He caught her hands above her head, holding them captive on her pillow. “And you’re not allowed to hate me for it afterward.”

She bit her lip. “I could never, ever, hate you.”

Something flashed across his expression, and he twisted his lips. “I hope like hell you’re right.”

Then his mouth was on hers…

And she was a goner.

Chapter Seven

With Lauren’s lips pressed against his, and her soft body underneath his, it was hard to remember why he fought against this in the first place. Hard to remember why this might very well be the worst mistake he ever made in his life. Or maybe, just maybe, it might be the best decision he ever made…

And he hadn’t even made it yet.

No pressure, or anything.

He skimmed his fingers down the outside of her bare thigh and back up the inside. All night long, she stayed on his mind. He couldn’t shut out the way she cried out his name as she came, her fingers digging into him as if she was never going to let go. And she hadn’t. Even though he sent her to bed alone, she’d been with him the whole time.

In his head.

His raging erection hadn’t let up over the past two hours, so he finally gave in and decided to take care of himself so he could get some damn sleep. All it had taken was him picturing her coming, with her back arched and her mouth parted, and he’d pretty much been there. Of course, the second he got close to orgasm, she popped in and caught him jerking off. And now nothing could help him but her.

Slowly, he inched his fingers toward her core, tracing her slit. She was wet and hot and ready, and he was so far gone he ached to slide into her warmth without wasting a damn second of their time together. But this was the one time he was letting himself have her, so it needed to be everything he’d dreamed of.

She needed to scream for mercy.

Hopping off the bed, he undid his pants and let them hit the floor. He kicked out of them and made quick work of removing the rest of his clothing. She watched from the bed, lifting up on her elbows and biting down on her swollen lower lip. There was obviously no need to hesitate at his nakedness. After years of friendship and that embarrassing moment on the couch, she’d seen it all now.

Once he was naked, he stood there, staring at her. “Too many clothes. Take them off slowly. I want to watch.”

“Uh…okay.” She let out a small laugh. “Seriously?”

He squared his jaw. If she wanted to fuck him, she’d get the real him. In bed, he didn’t mess around. He ravished his partners, in every way, and left them trembling. But as he drove them insane with need, he always remained in control. Never forgot where he was, or what he was doing, or lost his head.

With Lauren, it was even more important he do exactly that. If he let himself slip, or remembered how much she meant to him, then he might put too much feeling into this. Into something that didn’t need any feelings at all.

Sex was sex.

That’s all this was.

He lifted a brow. “Do I look like I’m kidding around? I want to watch you undress, and then I’m going to worship your whole delicious body. Everywhere.”

She swallowed hard, her tits rising and falling rapidly. “God.”

“Nope. It’ll be me in that bed, and it’ll be my name you’re calling out, not his, when I lick that sweet pussy of yours, and take you so hard you forget what it feels like not to have me buried inside of you.” He raised a brow and crossed his arms. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”

A small groan escaped her. “N-No.”

“Then undress. Now.”


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