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She was giving it to him.

Gripping his shaft once again, he slowly, gently, rubbed the glistening head against her lips.

Her nostrils flared on a sharp inhale. Her tongue poked out, a quick, light lick across his tip that had him thrusting forward.

Only to stop when she eased her head back.

Those lips still closed to him.

He slid his hand into her hair. Her entire body quivered, a pink flush staining her skin. The scent of her arousal filled the air.

This wasn’t denial. Wasn’t just defiance.

She was testing him. Teasing him.

Pushing him for more.

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” he murmured, tugging her head back.

Then he tightened his hold on her hair, pulling just enough to have it sting. Enough to have her eyes widening with surprise. With satisfaction.

Enough to finally have those pale, pink lips opening.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Willow trembled. She felt like a livewire, all crackling energy and barely contained power as she fought the need to touch Urban. To reach out and wrap her fingers around his hard cock. To guide him to her mouth.

Instead, she kept her hands curled slightly on her thighs. Kept herself breathlessly still, her eyes locked on his.

Kept her mouth open.

He hesitated and she could feel him fighting for control. Trying to rein himself in so he didn’t take more than she was willing to give. Didn’t go too far.

But this wasn’t about power. It was about trust. She trusted him to take control. Control of this moment. Of what happened between them.

Control of her.

Just as she trusted him to hand that control back the moment she asked for it.

But he needed to trust her, too. Needed to trust that she’d stop him if it was too much.

To trust that this was what she wanted.

He eased forward, but he didn’t take.

He gave, slipping his cock between her lips, inch by slow inch, his eyes heavy lidded, his breathing ragged, his face a harsh mask of self-restraint.

He was always so contained. So composed.

And way more guarded than most people realized.

He’d had to be, she knew. He’d lost so much. Had taken on such a huge responsibility when his parents died. He’d had to push his own pain and grief aside to be his family’s rock. Their safe harbor.

Their home.

He was always there for them. Steady. Safe.

But being there for his family meant giving up his own plans. His dreams.

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