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Instant cold washed over me, like a bucket of water splashed in my face.

That was dumb.

I shouldn’t have asked… Wait. No. That’s a legit question.

I tipped my head up and shoved aside all my stupid insecurities. I wasn’t twenty anymore. “We’ve done everything else. I told you last night I wanted to fuck, but so far…” I reached for his waistband, drawing him to me. “This guy hasn’t been inside of me yet.”

His eyes went black, suddenly serious.

Widening my legs, I moved him until he fit right there. A flick of a few buttons, and he could’ve surged inside.

I waited.

I would wait him out.

Dark lust shone from his eyes.

I ached for him. I’d never, ever felt this before.

“I asked you a question, Shane. I want an answer.”

So direct. So assertive. Who was this new Kali? I mean, I was usually assertive, but not about sex, not when I felt like the vulnerable one.

He made a growling sound as his hand came up, gripping the back of my neck. He took hold of my hair and slowly moved fully against me.

I closed my eyes, just briefly, at the touch, the connection.

He felt so good there. Then again, that’s where all this had started—grinding against a motel wall.

“You want to know why my dick hasn’t been inside of your pussy?”

I panted as he moved against me, rubbing.

“Yeah.” I stared right up at him. “I do.”

I wasn’t scared of him. Not anymore. I let him see that. In this area, I’d never be scared again. No man was going to take that power from me.

He bent down, his eyes glittering, his hand holding tight to my hair, keeping me frozen in place. But I wanted it. I liked it.

As he got even closer, his mouth almost to mine, I shifted and wrapped my legs around his waist, yanking him even closer.

His mouth dropped to mine from the motion, and while he wasn’t expecting it, I was. I nipped at his lips, but his mouth widened and took over, suddenly very commanding. His hands cupped my face, tilting me back for him, so he could plunder my mouth.

His tongue claimed me. Taking over.

Then he picked me up all over again and turned, walking us into the shower. Water rained down over us as he pressed me into the wall.

He massaged my ass, both cheeks, as he kept kissing me.

The kisses. I could die from just the kisses.

He removed my clothes, dropping things one by one on the shower floor until we were both naked, writhing against each other.

He grinded into me, rotating, moving, repeating.

I was back to panting, but he wasn’t letting go of my mouth, not once, not even as his hand swept between my legs. Then his cock was there, paused at my entrance.

I groaned, my head falling back.

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