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She parts for me immediately, and our tongues stroke against each other, our bodies shifting closer until my arm is wrapped around her and we’re pressed together from nose to toes.

It’s electrifying, being connected to her, and then my hands begin to rove and touch. When I realize she’s not wearing a stitch underneath that shirt, it takes everything inside me not to rush, not to move at a breakneck pace. To keep us moving slowly, savoring every moment. Breathing in every delicious scent.

I try to touch her everywhere, wanting to caress every inch of her body.

I lick and suck at her neck, pinch at the sweet berries of her nipples, press my face between her breasts. I kiss slowly down her middle until I’m settled between her thighs, spreading open her lips and stroking my tongue through her folds, dripping with her arousal.

And fuck, do I take . . . my . . . time.

My cock is like stone where it presses into the mattress as I eat at her. I gyrate my hips, desperate for relief but unwilling to move any faster than I absolutely have to.

By the time I slide my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that I know drives her mad, she’s a shaking, whimpering mess. Her hands are fisted in my hair as she tries to control my movements. But I am an immovable force. I continue to circle her clit as my fingers massage inside her.

Finally, I relent, my mouth closing around exactly where she wants me. I flick at her little nub over and over again until she splinters apart, her face pressed to a pillow to muffle her pleasure.

I crawl up her body, kissing her damp skin as I go, until my nose bumps hers and my cock rests at her entrance.

“There is nothing like the way you taste,” I whisper, then kiss her, our tongues tangling in a lazy duet.

I suck at her neck and begin shallow thrusts, testing her readiness.

She reaches down and grabs my ass. Her knees bend and her legs wrap around me, opening herself to me completely. Her head falls back, her mouth open as I push all the way in.

“And nothing like being inside you,” I say, her wet heat clamping down around me, an almost unearthly thing.

“Memphis, please,” she whispers, her fingers gripping at my back.

I pull out and thrust back in, gritting my teeth and already struggling not to tip over any second. But I hold off. I hold off as long as I possibly can, returning to my leisurely pace, stroking in and out of her in a way that keeps us both right on the edge, right on the cusp, for as long as I can manage.

When that control breaks, I hook one hand underneath her knee, opening her wide to fuck into her, slam into her, our bodies colliding and slapping together over and over again until if feels like my soul cracks wide, a chasm splitting me in half and everything inside me pouring out. Vivian’s inner walls grip me with a pressure that’s almost unbearable as she follows me over.

Her forehead glistens, damp with sweat. Her sweet mouth falls open in her delirium.

We are like cats in heat as we come down, each of us exhausted but desperate for each other’s touch. We kiss for long minutes. Our hands still gently roving and touching each other, almost like our hands are the reassurance that we’re still here. That we still exist. That we’re okay.

Or maybe that’s just me.

I’m not sure.

All Idoknow is that when Vivian eventually drifts off to sleep, I stay awake for a long time, watching her in the dark, wondering how I’ll ever let her go.

Chapter Eighteen

Vivian

I wake long before my alarm, even if my body is still exhausted from last night’s activities.

Memphis is asleep and snoring quietly beside me. I can’t help but smile and shift so I’m completely on my side, my eyes tracking over his handsome face and taking in all the little things I haven’t noticed before.

His facial hair has grown a bit more pronounced—I felt it between my thighs last night as he went to town. The handful of freckles around the edge of his hairline. How long his lashes are, pressed against his cheeks.

Last night was . . .

I can’t even put into words what it was. How it made me feel.

God, what it made me feel ...

Even before last night, sex with Memphis was the best I’d ever had. But until last night, I’ve never considered that sex itself could be life-changing. I’ve never been so centered as the focus of a man’s attention. Not ever have I felt so completely worshipped and adored and treasured. So revered.

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