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"And that's why we would get something like this for after we make our way through those." He picks up a string of anal beads, starting small at the tip and moving up in size until the last one, which is about the size of a golf ball.

"I know it looks weird, but it will feel so good coming out, Isla."

"I'll have to trust you on that one."

"We can also get a dildo that's about the same size as us to help get you used to the feeling before we try for the first time.”

"Okay," I whisper, the heat pooling in my core almost unbearable.

"Hey." He slides a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to his. "Are you okay? We don't have to get any of this if you don't want to."

He's misreading me. I feel like my body is on fire, my heartbeat pounding between my legs. "I'm fine. Just grab what you want. We need to go."

Understanding flares in his eyes, and his cheeks flush, pupils blown wide. "Go wait in the car," he says, handing me the keys. "I'll be fast."

I track him as he comes out of the store, the surprise in his eyes when he sees me in the driver's seat, the grin of understanding. I'm pulling out of the parking space before his seatbelt is buckled.

"In a hurry for something?" he asks innocently, blinking those big brown eyes at me.

"I'm in such a hurry that I booked us a hotel."

Dylan's smile is blinding.

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When I booked the hotel, I didn't stop to research; I just picked the closest one and paid, knowing I would have spent an exorbitant amount just to have him inside me five minutes faster.

"You weren't kidding about being in a hurry, were you?" Dylan asks, laughing as I put the car into park thirty seconds after pulling out of the parking lot.

"You have no idea." Three minutes later, he's pressing me against the side of the elevator, and we're making out, our heartbeats in sync, lust a heady drug pounding through our systems. We collide with every wall on the way to our room, my knee hooked around his waist here, his hand up my shirt there. By the time we're crashing through our door, my top is lying forgotten in the hallway, and his pants are riding low on his hips. I'm pulling his shirt over his head before the door closes, pressing my palms to the hard planes of his chest, smooth skin jumping beneath my touch, his breath trembling against my temple. I take a deep breath, trying to get a hold of myself and reel it back.

"Don't," he rasps, cupping my face between his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. "Don't hold back. I want all of you, Freckles."

God. How does he already know exactly what I need to hear? "It doesn't scare you?" I whisper, dropping my gaze.

"Does what scare me?"

"This–this desperation. This ache." I press my hand to my chest, words escaping me.

"How can it scare me when I feel the same way?"

Words disappear as we stare into each other's eyes, desperate need flowing between us like electricity. He holds my gaze as he dips his head, brushing his lips over mine in the most tender of caresses. I curl my fingers into his hair, sinking into him as we deepen the kiss. He hoists me into his arms, fingertips digging into my ass, holding me close. He presses me into the wall, freeing his hands, and kisses me like I'm the most important thing in his life. A treasure he's spent a lifetime looking for, and now that he's found it, he's never letting go. I lose myself in his sighs, the whispers of his touch, the soft insistence of his lips, the scrape of his teeth.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough," he says, his breath trembling against my ear. He presses kisses to my jaw, my neck, and the hollow of my throat. I squirm against him, trying to get impossibly closer.

"I need you in me," I groan, not recognizing the throatiness of my voice.

"I know, love. Soon." He carries me to the bed and gently lays me down, slowly removing the rest of my clothing. His touch is soft. Reverent.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Isla," he breathes, wrapping a strand of red hair around his finger, marveling at the color.

"Dylan–"

"Let me worship you, Isla." He pulls away from my greedy fingers, holding me down as he kisses his way from freckle to freckle, creating constellations on my skin. Shooting stars cloud my vision with every brush of his lips, every touch of his tongue. My thighs open for him as he lowers his knees to the floor, squeezing and massaging my flesh as he works his way to the very heart of me.

"I could spend a lifetime between your legs, Isla. Those littlesounds you make. The way you move beneath my hands. Beneath my tongue." He licks a path up my slit, flattening his tongue when he gets to my clit and sliding it back and forth over me, chuckling as I squirm beneath him.

"How do you feel about breaking out some of the things I bought today?" he asks, his lips moving against me.

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