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I nod, clutching his shirt as if I'm pleading for a hit of a new drug that I haven't tried.

After another minute of his eyes searching every part of the kitchen behind me, I shake my head at how I’ve sunken so low that I’m practically begging. I try to step back, but his arms are quick to keep me close.

While caressing my cheek, he wets his lip again and asks, “Are you drunk? I won’t do anything if you’re drunk.”

“No. I had a few shots several hours ago and then slept them off.” I swallow as the expression on his face shifts from uncertainty to a heat that steals my breath. “I…I’m also on birth control. Paige talked me into getting an IUD…not that it matters which…”

He nods, taking my hand and leading me from the kitchen.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Amber

I FOLLOW MIGUEL WITH A racing heart and legs that are suddenly Jell-O—you’d think I've never fucked before. I shouldn't bethisdamn nervous. I’ve been with plenty of hot guys, though Miguel might be the hottest.

Also, it’s only Miguel. Dorky, sweet, reliable…

I silence my thoughts. This isn't the time for thoughts or feelings, only pleasure.

He leads us down a hallway, opening the door to a room where a boss bitch is having a threesome with two guys. After closing the door quietly and giving me a wide-eyed 'oops' expression that makes me smile, Miguel locates another bedroom, flipping the light on. This one is empty and seems like a guest room—only a bed, nightstands, and a dresser.

He closes the door. Locks it. Turns to face me. I take a step back, smiling and biting my bottom lip. He takes a step forward, raising an eyebrow. I take another step back, trying to entice him with my eyes. He smirks.

I don’t know what it is about him—why I’m always so flirty and playful in his presence, but this feels great. I don’t mind myself in these moments.

He takes a larger step, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me against him in one swift motion. He covers my gasp with his mouth, kissing me with more force than in the kitchen. But as I’m anticipating our kiss to deepen, and for us to start ripping each other’s clothes off, his lips relax against mine. His caring, gentle hands cradle my cheeks as he slows our pace, savoring every taste of my mouth.

This isn’t the lust I've been craving. He’s achingly tender, each stroke of his tongue along mine drowning me with his intense feelings. Every shift of his lips, every sigh, feels like he’s saying,“Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor,”over and over.

The doubt creeps in.This is Miguel.Clingy, overwhelming, too-quick-to-fall Miguel. My body stiffens. As much as I need to lose myself in his touch, his intensity is a lot, and I realize I wasn't prepared like I thought I'd be. I’m barely boarding the relationship rocket ship and considering the idea that possibly Imaybelike him, while he’s already taken off and landed on another planet.

I break our kiss, putting distance between us by stepping around him toward the exit. “Sorry it…it feels like you’re cherishing me. I need to get fucked. I don’t need feelings. Maybe…” I shake my head, turning to the door.

Before I can grasp the knob, his arm is around my waist again, and he pulls me back against him. His hand smooths down my stomach to my hip, pressing and holding me still as he prods my ass with hisvery firmcock.

A flush creeps up my neck.

His mouth is next to my ear—his hot breath sending a pulsing heat between my legs—when he says, “I hear you. I’ll fuck you until you’re satisfied, but that doesn’t mean I won’t cherish you while I do it.” He kisses my bare shoulder. “Also, I’m a biter.”

“A wh—”

He nips my shoulder with his teeth and I gasp.

“A biter,” he states.

I face him, pulling my wristlet off and dropping it to the floor. “Do you like to get bit?”

He flashes his dimple and nods.

Taking his hand, I lift his fingers to my mouth. I press his thick index and middle fingers to my tongue, sucking slightly and biting with gentle pressure. I stare into his eyes while doing it, challenging him.

He groans, pulling his hand free suddenly to press me against the door. He finally kisses me with the lust I’ve been craving. It's like a switch was flipped, a Miguel I haven't seen coming out.

His firm grasp on my waist steadies me, his lips smothering mine as he takes control with his tongue. He glides one hand up my stomach, over my breast, and along my neck, finally tangling his fingers in my hair. He tugs, arching my head back for deeper access.

I moan, sinking further into the kiss, further into his firm, unyielding body.

He bites my lower lip before breaking away and murmuring, “This better?”

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