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I don’t need them. He knows exactly where to go and what to do with himself.

He gives me his fingers after all. Not one, like a gentleman would, cautious and exploratory and sweet, but two that he hauls me directly onto. He doesn’t shove them into me like he’s trying to knock down a door with a battering ram. He uses more finesse than that.

I gasp, loving the thickness of those two fingers, bucking up off the counter just a little to try and get the right angle. I squirm around and he doesn’t pin me down. He lets me find it, slowly thrusting and letting my hips roll into him to get the timing right. I basically fuck myself onto his hand, wild for it and for him. He watches me for a second. I open my eyes and watch him watching. I think about him outside in my yard all those nights, observing me when I had no idea. The hair stands up on the back of my neck and my insides turn to jelly. The heat inside goes molten, arrowing down to my clit.

Like he senses exactly where I need him, Gunner latches his mouth there, licking me brutally while his thrusts grow harder and deeper.

I put my hand beside his and spread myself open for him.

His groan reverberates through the kitchen. I have my eyes screwed shut tight against the onslaught of building pressure. I don’t even have to look at his face to want to explode at the fact that watching me makes him this feral.

He makes me equally as wild and if he thinks that I’m just going to let him give me all the pleasure and call it a night, he’s dead wrong.

I mean, I have to survive this first, and he’s doing his damn best to shatter me.

I’m so glad that he’s not gentle. He doesn’t make me wait for the pleasure. He’s generous. He just gives it to me. Has he been dreaming about this for five years? Is he as secretly desperate as I am?

He doesn’t hold back. He gives me everything. His fingers and his mouth, working me, licking me, kissing me to a climax that makes me whole body rock on the countertop. My legs shake violently as the tremors rip up them and detonate at my center. Over and over the waves hit. He doesn’t let up and works me into a second one that nearly crushes me. There’s no mind or breath. There’s just him, giving me absolutely everything.

He thinks that he can give me a banging one-off orgasm and just leave? Yeah… no. That’s not how this is going to work.

I slip off the counter as soon as he removes his fingers, yanking down my skirt and tottering on my high heeled boots. He puts one hand up to stop me. I watch, my eyes going wide, as he licks those digits clean.

“You taste like heaven, Diletta. It’s enough to make a man drunk.”

I study his face with open regret. “Am I on the pill, Gunner?”

He can’t hide from me behind those color contacts any longer. He’s good at blanking his face, but not that good. The quickest twitch gives him away.

“Right. You know that I’m not, although how you know that is criminal.”

He catches me around the waist. “Are you offended?”

Am I? I should be. I should be fucking angry as hell and normally I would be, but I find myself only mildly annoyed. It’s hard to hate a man who has given up everything for you and basically worshipped the ground you walked on. I know, I know, that’s crazy talk givenhowit’s happened. Maybe it’s the post climax bliss that’s doing my brain in.

“I don’t have any protection. We can’t have sex.”

He inclines his head, trying to understand where I’m going. “That won’t be a problem.”

I turn my gaze down to the massive bulge straining at his jeans. “It looks like it’s a painful problem, actually.” I might not have been bold enough before, but I’m brave enough now to edge closer and run my hand down the length of him. “Bedroom,” I instruct. “I want to taste and touch every inch of you.” As hard and fast as he gave it to me, I want to be slow and tender. I needed it desperate and rougher, but that’s not what I want to give this man.

I want him to have what he’s never had before.

The touch of someone who cares about his pleasure.

His hand curls around my wrist, pressing lightly on my pulse point. “You don’t have to do that.”

I flatten my hand against his erection. “I’d love to have your cock in my mouth, Gunner. I want it very badly. I understand that I’m under no obligation. I hope that clears things up for you.”

The most reluctant smile lights up his usual glower.

I trace his outline again, harder this time, giving him pressure until he groans. “Fuck.” He stands there, letting me touch him however I please.

I tug his face down and kiss him hard. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and demand everything he as to give. It makes me wild again to taste myself on his lips. He pulls back, his teeth scoring against my lip a little too hard. He hisses.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“For biting me?” I kiss him, nipping back. “Never be sorry for that.”

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