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“Please...”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

He sits back, eyes burning as they roam my body. “Oh, I’m going to do more than touch you.” In one smooth motion, hepulls the nightgown over my head. “Going to worship you until you’re begging. Going to make you come so hard you see stars.”

His mouth replaces his hand on my breast, tongue circling before sucking hard. His other hand keeps my hips pinned when I try to arch up.

“Patience,” he murmurs against my skin. “I want to savor this.”

He takes his time, alternating between gentle and rough, making me writhe beneath him. When his mouth moves lower, across my ribs, down my stomach, I’m already trembling.

“Keep those hands where they are,” he commands, hooking his fingers in my underwear.

He slides the lace down torturously slow, pressing hot kisses to each new inch of exposed skin. When they’re gone, he pushes my thighs wider, settling between them.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I lift my head to meet his gaze. The hunger there makes me moan.

“I want to watch you while I make you fall apart.” His breath ghosts over my center.

The first stroke of his tongue has me fighting to keep my hands in place. He grabs my hips, holding me still as he works me with his mouth. Each lick, each suck is perfectly calculated to drive me higher.

“That’s it,” he growls against me. “Take what I give you.”

When he slides two thick fingers inside, curling them just right, I cry out. He sets a relentless pace, his tongue never stopping its assault on my senses.

“Please,” I gasp. “Need to...”

“Not yet.” He slows his movements, keeping me right on the edge. “I need you desperate for it.”

He builds me up again and again, backing off each time I get close. My whole body is shaking with need, hands fisted in the sheets above my head.

“Beg me,” he commands. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please let me come. Please, Garrett...”

“Since you asked so nicely.” His mouth returns to my center, fingers curling. “Come for me, beautiful. Want to taste all of you.”

The orgasm hits like lightning, pleasure coursing through every nerve. He doesn’t let up, working me through it until I’m gasping his name like a prayer.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he starts again, rougher this time. His fingers pump faster while his tongue draws patterns that have me climbing rapidly toward another peak.

“One more,” he demands. “Give me one more, Rachel.”

The second orgasm is even more intense than the first. I’m vaguely aware of crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. He gentles his touch but doesn’t stop until I’m trembling, oversensitive.

When he finally moves up my body, his kiss tastes of me. He gathers me against his chest, one hand stroking my back while I come down.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs into my hair. “So fucking beautiful when you come apart for me.”

I reach for him, feeling how hard he still is, but he catches my hand.

“Tonight was about worshiping you.” He kisses my palm. “Showing you exactly what you do to me.”

The tenderness in his voice contrasts with his earlier dominance, making my heart flutter. I snuggle deeper into his warmth, completely sated.

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