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His eyebrows shoot up his forehead before he throws back his head to laugh. “You can’t blame me for wanting my dessert before my main meal.” He hugs me close to his warm, muscular body. “Making a meal out of your sweet little pussy is next on my agenda.”

He definitely persuaded me. “I like you a lot, too.”

CHAPTER 5

ASA

Either the matchmaker is a genius,or I finally made it to heaven and this woman is my prize. Because goddamn. The way water sluices over her body, rinsing away suds, is definitely one of the natural wonders of the world. And I have a front-row seat.

I’m also naked and hard as a fucking rock.

Believe me, this isn’t a problem I’m complaining about. It’s an opportunity I’m thanking my lucky stars for putting in front of me.

“What are you doing?” she asks, a breathless hitch in her voice as I drop to my knees in front of her as soon as the last sud slides down her legs.

“Working on getting you dirty again.” I wrap my hand around her waist, gently hauling her across the shower toward me. As soon as she’s in front of me, that perfect pussy at eye level, I run my hand down her leg, drawing it up over my shoulder.

Her lower lips part, her swollen clit peeping out at me. Fuck. Her pussy is perfect. Pink. Wet. Juicy. Ready to be sucked and fucked and worshipped.

I run my tongue up the inside of her thigh as she slides her hands into my hair, whimpering my name. Her whimpers grow louder when I flick the tip of it against her hard clit, tasting her. She’s divine, the sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.

“Asa,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed. “Your mouth is magic.”

“Glad you think so.” I grin against her pussy. “I intend to use it a whole fucking lot, gorgeous girl. Starting right now…” I tug her closer, spread her wide… and fucking feast.

Her breathless cries ring out around us, making my fucking cock ache. Christ, the things I want to do to her when she’s whimpering and moaning my name. I’ve been hard since I set eyes on her. Fucking her twice last night didn’t make my dick any softer. Eating her three times didn’t, either. She’s the sweetest addiction.

And, for some reason, she chose me. She wants me. She picked me.

Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it.

I slip my tongue into her tight little hole, fucking her with it.

She pulls my hair, wailing my name as she shatters apart, coming all over my face. Fucking hell, a guy could get used to showering like this. I lick her through it, loving every little shiver and tremble that wracks her perfect body.

When the last one fades, I haul myself to my feet, pulling her into my arms to kiss the hell out of her.

“Now, you’re nice and dirty again,” I breathe against her lips.

She hums, melting against my chest and clinging to me. “Best shower ever,” she whispers.

I chuckle, holding her for a long moment. Christ, this is the best morning ever. Never thought I’d say that shit because I hate mornings. But this one? It’s fucking special. I woke up with her wrapped around me, my goddamn heart trying to beat out of my chest, feeling like this is the first day of the rest of my fucking life.

Corny? Fucking probably. Do I care? Hell no. It’s probably the truest shit I’ve ever felt. Whatever this is between us, it’s fast but it’s vast, too. She’s it for me. I just need to make sure I’m it for her, too. Attraction isn’t enough. Sex isn’t enough. I need her so in love with me she can’t imagine living her life without me by her side.

She wanted to date the bad boy. I hope she’s ready to marry him instead because I’m not giving up until I’ve got my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly.

“You hungry, gorgeous girl?” I murmur, rubbing my hand down her back.

“Starving.”

“Then let’s get you dressed and I’ll feed you.”

She lifts those pretty doe eyes to me, smiling. “What are you going to feed me?”

“I’m going to take you to my favorite diner and feed you my favorite breakfast.” I dip my head, brushing my lips against hers. “And then I’m going to bring you back here and have dessert.”

“You have breakfast dessert?”

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