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Her breathing became erratic, and I didn’t let her catch her breath before I added another finger.

With quick and sharp movements, I continued to let my tongue work her clit. The only thing I wanted to see again was her falling apart. Yesterday was magical, and the fact she hadn’t run to me asking for more made me realize I needed to show her she couldn’t live without me, without this, ever again.

Her hips rocked against my hand, and her fingers dug into my shoulders. It was a sharp pain, but I would take it if it meant I got to kiss her again.

Thea’s screams got a little louder, and judging by the vibration in her legs, she was holding back. Not something I wanted her to do. We were in the apartment on our own, after all.

“I could eat you all day,” I said into her pussy, and my hot breath against her sensitive flesh was enough to send her over the edge.

Her hips moved faster, and her pussy tightened around my fingers. Slowly, I lapped at her clit, letting her come down from her high.

With her hands sprawled across the counter, she watched me like I was a wolf about to pounce. Didn’t she see I’d just had my meal? I was satiated… for now.

“Thanks for that, Pyro. Just let me know if you want some more.”

It took everything in me to walk away from her and to my room, but Matty’s words reminded me I was doing the right thing.

Let her come to you.

She’d find me, and I’d be here waiting for it.

Chapter Eighteen

Thea

“What the…” He walked out of the room with a smug smile on his face. Where the hell did he think he was going? When the door shut, I stared at it with confusion. My haggard breaths filled the air as anger coursed through my veins, taking away the pleasure from before.

He wasn’t coming out, was he? He would just leave me out here stewing in a mix of arousal and confusion. Typical Jackson. Show off, tease me, then leave me.

Well, he wasn’t getting away with it this time.

Snarling, I snapped my legs shut, headed straight for his door, and nearly knocked myself out from hitting the wood. He locked me out.

“Son of a,” I muttered. “What the fuck was that, Jackson?” I yelled through the door since he was taking his sweet time answering.

My eyes dropped to the handle when I heard it turn. Slowly, so slowly, he opened the door, giving me this lazy smile.

I raised a brow, glaring at him.

“Oh, hey, Pyro. What’s up?”

“What’s up?” I paused, waiting for him to say something intelligent, but in usual Jackson fashion, he couldn’t say a damn thing. “Seriously?”

“You seem stressed, P.” His hand slid up to the top of the door, and he towered over me, doing all kinds of things to my insides. I was trying to make a point here, but that seemed to be going straight out the window.

“Oh, I wonder why?” I said, glaring at him.

“I do too. Should have known one orgasm would never be enough to satiate you. Fire needs constant wood to keep burning.”

I cringed and retched. “Stop. Please.” How could one man turn me onandoff at the same time?

“You’re the one who came to my door, P. I’m just in here gaming. Is there something you want?”

Is there something I want?I wanted to wring his neck and watch his face turn purple. Then I wanted to let him go, giving him a moment to breathe before I stole his oxygen with a kiss.

What the hell am I thinking?

I stepped back, surprised when Jackson followed. “Pyro? Is everything okay?” He was frowning, so at least I didn’t have to look at that stupid smirk of his, even if there was a yearning in my stomach to see it again. Preferably while his fingers were inside me.

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