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And all his.

His gaze moved from the top of her head, down past her swollen lips, her engorged nipples, to the small patch of hair at the apex of her thighs. Trimmed into a neat triangle, it called to him. He threaded his fingers through it, then cupped her mound. The smell of her arousal lingered in the air, enticing and alluring. He wanted more.

Fingers seeking. Searching. Exploring. He dipped between her folds. A searing heat rushed over his fingers, her arousal coating them as he teased her opening.

He had to have a taste. He had to know if she was as spicy sweet as she smelled. His tongue couldn’t be stopped as it swiped through her slit. Her hips jerked, and she cried out, her knees buckling. He paused and helped her sit on the edge of the bed. Pushing her legs open, he quickly dived back in, flicking his tongue over her clit. She fell back on the bed, her hips arching to meet his mouth. A flood of arousal hit his tongue, causing him to groan.

He played. He teased. He nipped. Then he added his fingers. They flirted with her opening. Frolicking through her wetness until she was mindless with pleasure. Then he slipped one finger inside her tight sheath. His cock wept at the tightness, the heat. He kept his mouth on her clit as he pumped his finger in and out of her, keeping her primed and mindless.

Her fingers clutched at the comforter on her bed as her legs went over his shoulders. A groan slipped from him at the feel of her thighs against his face. He kissed one, then the other before sliding a second finger into her, stretching her.

She whimpered. She cried out. She bit her lip. But he didn’t let up. He flicked her clit and pumped his fingers. Harder. Faster. She was arching up to meet him, pushing herself into his mouth. Until she broke with a keening cry and his name on her lips. He lapped at her. At all she was giving him as she slowly returned to earth.

When he finally felt her body relax, he glanced up at her. Her body laid bare before him, her skin flush with the aftereffects of her orgasm, was a stunning sight.

“Oh my God,” she muttered. “I’ve never . . . I never knew . . . was that real?”

As he rose above her, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. On either side of her head, his hands supported his weight as he hovered over her, the mattress yielding slightly under the pressure. He looked down at the beauty underneath him. “You tell me.”

“It was out of this world, so I’m not sure.”

“I aim to please,” he teased.

“I am very well pleased.” Though utterly absurd, the words possessed a peculiar and undeniable rightness, a strange sort of nonsensical perfection.

He kissed her temple, breathing her in. Her skin was warm, her body relaxed, and she gave a small, contented sigh. “You okay?”

She hummed a reply then said, “I just have one thing to say.”

His lips twitched with a smile. “Oh yeah. What’s that?”

“More.”

CHAPTER19

Little Victories Bucket List No.10: Ride ’em cowgirl, as in sex

Yeah.She just said that. Her boldness took her by surprise, and yet it felt right. She felt right. For the first time in her existence, she was taking charge. Grasping on to what she wanted. And what she wanted was him. All of him. In every way she could have him.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes. Please. I want it,” she cringed. “No, wait. That’s not what I meant. I wantyou.”

He smiled down at her from where he hovered over her. “I knew what you meant, sprite.”

God, she loved the sound of his voice like this. All sensual and raspy. And she loved the nickname he’d given her. She’d never had a nickname before. She certainly didn’t count ‘little bitch’, which her father often called her.

She quickly pushed thoughts of that man from her mind. He had no place here. He had no place in her life ever. Never again.

The two of them, just her and Wade, were the only ones that mattered.

His lips met hers again—slow, reverent. There was no rush in him, only an unspoken promise to take his time, to hold her steady in the storm of her nerves and anticipation. He let his weight off his hands, his chest meeting hers. Skin against skin. A feeling unlike anything she had ever known before. She didn’t know how she’d go back to wearing clothes after this when she was near him. He cupped her face, cradling her as if she was precious as his mouth made love to hers. She tangled her tongue with his. Exploring. Teasing. Testing herself. Moving outside her comfort zone. Finding something incredible.Feelingsomething incredible.

His hands, large and steady, slid from her face to her shoulders, then down her arms like he was grounding her to the earth.

And God, she needed that. Needed him.

He lifted his lips from hers. Kissed her nose. Her cheek. Her forehead. Her jaw. Then nuzzled her neck, making her giggle, then moan as he found a sensitive spot that he teased with his teeth.

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