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The words land in the center of my chest, sending ripples through every part of me. I look up at Sean, finding his eyes serious despite his playful smile.

"Do you understand now?"

I lean in to kiss him. His hand comes up to cradle my face, and I feel myself melting into the shape of his body again, everything smoothing away under his touch.

The kiss deepens and Sean's arm slides around my waist to pull me closer. My hands find their way to his bare chest, fingers spreading across warm skin. When he makes that low sound in the back of his throat—the one that tells me he's losing control—heat sparks between my thighs.

He pulls back to observe my wild gaze and flushed skin. "You've got that look."

"Mmm, what look?"

"Like you want to tie me in a chair again."

"Maybe we'll get supplies for that later."

His fingers thread through my hair with urgency and he pulls me closer until the rest of the world no longer exists. Only this moment exists. This suite. My body and Sean's body. And I'm craving something more than what we've done up to this point.

Chapter 39

LONDYN

SEAN'S MOUTH IS DEVOURING MINE while my hands trail down to the waistband of his sweats. "You don't have to be so careful with me now."

His gaze darkens as his pupils widen, revealing more black. "You sure?"

"Uh-huh. I can handle more. I want more. I want to feel the full force of whatyouwant." I dip my fingers into his sweats, brushing against the smooth skin where he's shaved.

He groans as I wrap my fingers around his hardening length. After a few strokes, his cock twitches under my touch. The muscles of his chest tense and relax as he breathes heavily. "If you need me to stop, say 'red' and I will."

"I know. I trust you completely. That's why it's okay. I want this."

His brow peaks like a tether pulling the anticipation between us tighter. "You're telling me you want me to fuck you?"

My mouth is against his ear. "Fuck me with everything you have. I'm ready for it."

Sean groans. It's the sound of a storm building in the depths of his being, a primal growl that makes me clench my thighs like my body is bracing for everything he has to give.

He gathers our plates off the coffee table and sets them on the floor. Then he sweeps a few books and coasters off. He lifts me from the couch so swiftly that I yelp. He deposits me on the low table and slips my sleep shirt off my body. I'm completely exposed and my legs tremble from the cool wood against my thighs.

This is exactly what I crave. I've sensed this raw energy in Sean for weeks, but I knew the tender parts of him were holding it back for my sake. Today, I want to see it all and feel his power wash over me. It's taken time to reach this point, but I amsoready.

He steps aside, his eyes consuming me. "First, show me how much you want this."

I lean back on the table, spreading my legs a few inches. Cool air washes over me, but it's the force of his gaze that makes me shiver. He reclines on the couch, and I see the hard outline ofhim through his sweats. He grips himself through the fabric as he watches me.

"Show me."

I open my legs wider.

"Everything."

I slide a hand down my stomach and through the wetness that's already pooling between my thighs. Then I use my fingers to spread myself, revealing my opening. With my other hand, I rub circles around my clit and bite back a moan as he strokes himself slowly through his sweats. My fingers dip inside and a needy moan escapes me.

He leans forward to capture my wrist gently, then he moves my fingers to his mouth. After cleaning them off thoroughly with his tongue, he reclines again to lazily stroke himself.

"I need a better view. Turn around."

I shift onto my knees on the table, which is just wide enough to hold me. The position feels so filthy and animalistic, but I lower my arms, leaving my ass in the air facing him. I widen my legs so everything is spread open for him to enjoy.

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