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He drags in a heavy breath and rests his rough hand on my arm, snagging the fabric slightly. “I like you so much, and I was…I got in my head about the age thing. I thought you saw me and were totally turned off, so I didn’t want to confirm it just yet.”

I stare up at the handsome man in front of me. He smells like cedar, and his frame is so big that he does what few men can do. He makes me feel small. “I… I think you’re like super-hot.” I didn’t mean to sound like a California valley girl, but that’s exactly what that sounded like.

We stand in place, and like a cheesy line in a romance movie, the world actually stands still. I no longer hear the fire crackle or the wind blow. Hell, even my inner voice has gone silent. The only recognizable feeling I’m currently having is warmth and desire.

Chevy stares down at me, his hand still on my face, his eyes locked with mine. “I don’t think I can control myself much longer.” He swallows hard. “The second I saw you in the car I wanted to pull you out and make you mine.”

“So do it,” I moan without regret, squeezing my thighs together to quell the ache of desperation. “Make me yours.”

Chapter Ten

Chevy

My rational brain is unplugged, hopefully vanished somewhere in some epic black hole, lost to this universe forever. I’ve always made fun of buddies who lose themselves in romance, but this feels pretty good.

Heather smiles up at me, panting as my hand wraps around her neck and my lips graze hers softly. “I can’t do this casually,” I say between kisses, moving over her neck and shoulders. “I knew that the second our first date was up. The second you came for me in that room. The second I saw your face in that car.”

“You protected me.”

I brush her hair back away from her face. “I want you to be mine to protect.”

Her mouth drops open, and a single tear falls down her face. “No one’s ever protected me like that before. It was hot the way you swooped in and took over, like you weren’t scared of anything.”

Being admired for what you offer people is one thing, but being admired forwho you areis another thing completely. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I want her to feel the same tenfold.

My aching hands reach out and cup her breasts, palming at the fabric of her dress as I kiss my way down to her nipples. I take my time with each one, sucking and licking, biting and teething, growling and listening as she moans and whines in approval to each rough touch.

People say that going slow is imperative to a solid relationship, but I can’t stop myself. I need all of her, and I need it now.

“Get on your knees for me, sweetheart.”

Her mouth drops open as her glossy gaze fixes with mine. This is her fantasy. The one she talked about in the cabin pod.

She lowers to her knees and stares up at me, tugging my jeans to the floor before cupping her small hand around my cock and taking me into her throat.

“Fuck… that’s a good girl,” I moan, holding the back of her head as I guide her onto my dick over and over again.

She gags and sucks, taking her time to lick the base and tip in erratic motions that drive every sensation in my body wild with need.

I expect the need to be to orgasm, which it is, but it’s even more than that. I’m aching to taste her, and I’m desperate to wrap her tight little core around my cock and release.

“Good girl. Take my cock deep in your throat.” When she’s in as deep as she can go, I pull her off, creating a pop from her lips, then help her up from the ground before going down to the floor myself.

I kneel before her and lick the seam of her pussy, holding her hips tight as I slip between her folds and flick my tongue against her clit.

“Oh God!” She jumps and pants in my arms, grinding her hips up against my face as I devour her juices, desperate to spread them into my beard, eager to smell her as I sink into her core and finally release the tension that’s been building. Hersmall hands hold my shoulders tight as she scrubs against my face with need.

Fuck! I’m not gonna make it. I need to bend her over right now. “You taste so sweet.”

“Fuck me,” she whines. “Please! I need you to spread me open so bad!”

Those sounds. The high-pitched, needy cries. Oh, my fucking God.

I lick her soft little pussy one last time before sliding two fingers inside of her to bring all the sweet juices she’s made to the surface. “Lay back by the fire.” My tone is demanding, and I see in her willingness and soaking pussy that she loves every second of it.

Her thick frame lays back on two fuzzy floor pillows as I tuck her calves against my shoulder and edge my hard cock at her entrance.

“Woah,” she pants. “Go slow, okay?”

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