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Alana had already been doing everything she could to build me up, and she’d been doing a beautiful job of it. But hearing that, hearing her on the verge like that, was enough to have me climbing higher and higher much faster.

My hands continued to play as she rode me hard. Her moans filled the air, the heady scent of sex all around us.

Alana reached an arm up and slid her fingers into my hair at the back of my head. I angled my mouth toward hers. “Do you know how amazing you are? How good you feel? You’re going to make me come, baby.”

A lazy smile spread across her face. “I told you I could do it.”

In any other scenario, I would have burst into a fit of laughter. Not now, though. Alana had us both on the verge, her moans becoming whimpers while I just barely hung on.

And then it happened, she came apart around me, her back arching and her mouth seeking mine. The moment our tongues touched was the moment it happened for me.

My orgasm tore through me, my arms wrapping around the front of Alana’s body and holding her close.

She was everything. Everything I never expected but desperately needed in my life. Someone who wasn’t selfish and gave just as good as she got in all facets. If I hadn’t already been feeling bits of it before, this moment would have solidified it.

I was falling for Alana Wolf, and I was going to do whatever it took to hold on to her.

Alana

The soft whisper of Ty’s lips against my skin sent a shiver up my spine and forced my eyes open.

If he’d kissed my shoulder or neck, there was not a doubt in my mind I would have moved close and pressed my body tight to his.

I couldn’t do that now.

Because Ty’s body wasn’t running the length of mine. He didn’t have me wrapped up in his arms with my body tucked firmly in his hold.

No.

No, Ty had moved.

I hadn’t felt it or known it happened until this moment, though. Until I felt his lips pressed lightly against the skin on my inner thigh.

My legs were draped over his shoulders.

And his hands. Ty’s hands were roaming lightly, gently caressing.

I moaned at the feel of all he was doing, thinking it was the perfect wake-up call. “What are you doing?”

He pressed a soft kiss to the opposite thigh, and I could feel him smile against my skin when my hips squirmed, their silent demand for more of what he was doing.

Ty wouldn’t deny me. There wasn’t a question in my mind that he’d build me up and give me more than I might have expected.

As it was, I was curious what prompted him to wake up and be so generous at such an early hour.

He finally ended his teasing, turned his head, and focused on what was right in front of him. The moment I felt his lips and tongue touch me, I gathered fistfuls of the blanket and moaned.

Ty’s mouth was skilled. He’d done this to me several times in the days since we’d taken steps to be with one another, and I was convinced it got better every single time. His pace, his style, his effort. None of it was lacking.

My thighs squeezed him, my heels digging into his back. And when one of my hands reached down and landed on his head as I let out another moan, he groaned against me.

“Ty,” I breathed. “What are you doing to me?”

I hadn’t expected him to stop, so when he pulled his mouth back, my head shot up off the pillow and looked down my body at him. “Just relax and let me do this. I’m working to get in your good graces this morning.”

My brows knit together, the confusion instantly washing over me. I might have asked more questions, but Ty went back to work. Just like that. He’d said the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard, considering we were already on wonderful terms, and went back to eating me.

I tried to get myself to rise above the pleasure for just a moment, so I could tell him he was being silly, but then his tongue did this lick and swirl around my clit, and I lost all sense of reason. The only way I was going to get answers, or an explanation, was to do what Ty said—relax and let him do this.

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