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Slowly, he bunched the hem of her skirt until her thighs were exposed. Rough patches on his fingertips abrased over her milky-white skin, sending delicious little shocks across her nerve endings. He stared her in the eyes, and she knew he was watching to make sure she was still onboard with what he was doing. There was no way in hell she’d tell him to stop.

“Open for me,” he whispered.

She licked her suddenly dry lips and parted her legs as he commanded, giving him access. He brushed across her panties, the only thing separating him from her, and she sucked in a breath. Excitement made her heart pound and her pussy slick. Rubbing little circles over her sensitive nub, she couldn’t hold back the moan. Her hips jerked up, unable to stay still.

“Holy moly,” she breathed.

“Do you want more, Emmie?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, please.”

He dipped a finger under the silk barely covering her femininity. As she stared into his eyes, she undulated her hips, wanting more. Wanting to put out the hot need coursing through her body. Coleson jerked his hand from her panties and fell to his knees in front of her. He was so tall that the table level didn’teven factor. She panted as she watched him. Down he yanked her bit of lace and she lifted her hips so they were easier to remove. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as he settled between her thighs.

Although she couldn’t see what he was doing, it didn’t matter. With his touch, she lay back, her body suddenly going limp with one swipe of his tongue. Oral sex was hit-or-miss, mostly miss because guys thought flicking a clit ninety miles an hour with their tongue was sexy. It wasn’t.

He obviously knew what he was doing when he found the spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

“Coleson!” she moaned. “Oh my God!”

For a spilt-second, he halted, but before she could say anything, he resumed the sweet torture. He didn’t let up and soon she lost control as her body shook with the approaching climax. She hovered for a second on the precipice before falling. The climax consumed every inch, exploding through what felt like every cell, causing her body to seize up before euphoria hit. Riding that high on a cloud until she drifted back down, panting, and unable to form words.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Coleson murmured as he withdrew.

He straightened her clothing then pulled her into his arms, hugging and holding her as the aftershocks rolled through her.

“You—”

“Shh. This isn’t about me.” He pressed his lips against her temple. She heard his ragged breath, proving he was just as affected as she. “I had a feeling it would be this powerful between us.”

“I’m … this…” Her wits were scattered. The few times she’d dated she’d never felt this breath-stealing attraction, and never had an orgasm so powerful.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” she finally admitted.

“Neither have I,” he said.

She peeked up at him. “I find that terribly hard to believe.”

“I can say the same to you.” He gave her a knowing look. “Attraction has many layers. I’m not saying there haven’t been other women, but never to this depth. Maybe once the summer is over, we can—”

She placed a finger over his mouth. “Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep.”

“You don’t trust me.”

“It’s not that,” she said. “Magic fades, and I don’t want us to make promises in the heat of the moment.”

He studied her face, searching, and slowly he nodded his agreement.

“For the summer?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied. “For the summer.”

Chapter Eight

The next morning, a knock sounded on her door, and Emmie carried her morning coffee over to look through the peephole. Coleson gave a jaunty little wave. Smiling, with giddy butterflies dancing through her belly, she opened the door. Leaning against the doorframe, she took another sip of coffee and perused him up and down.

“Looking mighty fine,” she murmured.

“Back at you,” he smirked. He held up a set of keys. “Wanna go for a boat ride?”

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