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Sadness flashes across her pretty face, but it’s gone by the time she nods and says, “I thought you’d agree. Which means there’s only one thing left to decide.” She shifts even closer, until her breasts are inches from my chest, her knees are between my thighs, and I’m so hard it feels like my balls might explode. “Do we spend the next two days avoiding each other as best we can while sharing a tiny cabin?” She leans in, brushing her nose against mine, her breath warm on my lips. “Or do we say goodbye with orgasms? I don’t know about you, but I vote?—”

Before she can finish the sentence, my fingers are around her neck, dragging her mouth against mine for a brutal kiss.

Chapter 13

BINX

I’ve always wanted a man to kiss me like he was starved for me, like he was near death and his only hope of survival lay in the friction of our mouths waging gentle war as we press closer, closer, straining to crawl inside each other’s skin.

Seven is definitely kissing me like that.

Like he can’t get enough of me, like he’ll never get enough.

His tongue hot against mine, his beard prickling my chin, the way his fingers thread into my hair, cradling my head as he devours me—it’s all electric. Intoxicating. Better than anything I could have imagined before the moment his lips met mine.

I arch closer, pressing my breasts against his chest, moaning as the friction from the wet lace sends another jolt of arousal straight between my legs. I don’t feel my wounds at all anymore. When I first stepped into the water, there was a little stinging, but now I’m too high on endorphins to care.

I’ve never been this turned on this fast.

A part of me is ready to strip out of my panties and straddle him beneath the water, but the other part knows better than to rush. If this is the only time I get to be with Seven, I want to make it last.

I want to remember every magical second…

Pulling back the slightest bit, easing off the gas, I run my hands over the crisp hairs on his chest, relishing the powerful feel of him beneath my palms. His lips leave mine, searing a trail across my jawline as his fingers mold to my ribs just beneath the surface of the water.

“You taste like the forest,” he rumbles into my ear, making me shiver and my nipples tighten until they’re burning for his touch.

“I guess that’s a good thing?” I murmur, biting my lip to hold back another moan as he drops one hand to squeeze my ass beneath the water.

“It’s a perfect thing, real and wild,” he says, dragging his teeth lightly along my throat before he adds, “I’m pretty sure I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

I exhale a turned-on sound of relief that becomes a groan as he pulls my panties to one side and pushes two fingers deep inside me. “Oh God, Seven,” I gasp, shivers of pleasure vibrating from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. “Yes, I want you so much.”

“So wet,” he murmurs as he kisses me again, the glide of his tongue against mine slower now, matching the sensuous rhythm of his hand as he fucks me slow and deep. “I can feel you all over my fingers, even under the water. Do you want me that much, baby?”

“Yes,” I say, my voice trembling. “I want you more than anything. And I want you bare, nothing but you.”

He groans. “You’re so damned sexy. I want to fill every inch of you.” He emphasizes the words by driving his fingers even deeper, making my head spin.

I want that, too, so fucking much, and he will absolutely fill every inch. I’ve only brushed up against his erection a few times under the water, but it’s enough to confirm he’s as big there as he is everywhere else. But I’m not the least bit concerned. He’s right, I’m already drenched for him and it’s only getting worse with every touch, every kiss.

I’m ready for him.

Ready for him to bury himself deep and ruin me for other men.

I already know no other man will ever compare to him, to the way he sets my body and soul ablaze as he whispers against my lips, “I’ve been tested. I’m clear for STDs, and I’ve had the vasectomy, so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy, so…” He leaves his fingers buried deep this time, pulsing against my inner walls as he rubs his thumb in gentle circles around my clit. “Is it okay if I come inside you? I really want to fill this hot little pussy up with my come.”

Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I fight to pull in a breath as the tension building low in my body pulses higher, tighter. “Yes,” I gasp, panting and trembling as he does an undulating thing with his fingers that makes my brain come unglued. “Oh yes. Yes, God, Seven, I want that. Now. Please, oh God.”

I come crying out his name and something about how boneless he makes me feel that is probably weird, but he doesn’t care. He knows I’m weird. It’s one of the things he likes about me.

Loves about me…

He loves me, I know he does, it’s there in the glow in his eyes as he coaxes me down from my release, whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Binx. Fuck, woman, you destroy me. Watching you get into the tub…” He exhales a ragged breath. “I almost came for you right then. I wanted to rip these panties down your thighs, bend you over the tub, and devour you. I can’t wait to eat your pussy. I want your salt all over my face. I want your taste imprinted on my fucking tongue.”

I emit a soft whimper that isn’t like me. I’m usually pretty bold in bed, but I’ve never had a man talk to me like this before.

“What the hell, Mr. Dirty Talk?” I ask as he pulls his fingers from inside me. “Where did you come from?”

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