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Coulter fumbled with the buttons on the front of my shirt, reminding me that I was still in my uniform. I couldn't wait to get it off. My shoulders shimmied to wiggle out of the starched white button-down while our lips moved over one another and our tongues intertwined.

I pulled away from the kiss long enough to yank his shirt up over his head before he unclasped my bra. Sliding my hands up his muscular back, I tried to pull him to my mouth, but his shoulders held firm and his gaze traveled up and down my chest. “Wait,” he whispered, “I just want to look at you.”

My breath caught and I felt suddenly shy, but the yearning in his eyes set me at ease.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned before pulling my bare chest against his. The growing bulge in his board shorts pressed against me, making me crave it. Pulling at thetie on the waistband, my fingers found the velcro closure, tugging impatiently until it opened with a satisfying swish.

Coulter released me from his arms to push his shorts down over his hips. My gaze fixed on his erection–the most impressive penis I had ever laid eyes on. A brief fear flashed through my mind that he might be too big for me, but that was a problem I was eager to confront. I reached for him, but he scooped me up in his arms and stepped me toward the bed, laying me down gently on the pillow. His intense stare stirred my desire while he unbuttoned my slacks and wiggled them over my hips.

I wished I was wearing something sexier than my gray cotton panties, but Coulter didn’t leave them on me long enough to notice. Flinging my clothes to the floor, his hungry gaze honed in on my pussy. He pushed my knees open, biting his lower lip. “Fuck. I’ve dreamed about this,” he said, lowering his weight onto me. His lips found mine in a fevered frenzy. The kiss became all-consuming as we alternated swallowing one another up.

His hand cupped over my throbbing pussy. I ached for him.. Wet kisses trailed down my neck to my chest and my moans escaped when he finally slipped one finger into me. Circling my breast with his tongue, his hazel eyes looked up, smiling in the corners, before his teeth raked over my hardened nipple. My fingers buried in his thick brown waves of hair while his teeth teased my tit. When another finger slid in, I gasped, and right on cue, Coulter nibbled my nipple while rolling his thumb over my clit. My whole body lit up like a Christmas tree. This man knew how to push my buttons, and he pushed them relentlessly. I squirmed under his touch, my moans pleading for more. Jolts of pleasure shot through mycore and I thought I might come, but he seemed to sense that and slowed his pace, kissing a trail down my stomach.

“Not so fast, gorgeous. I want to taste you,” he groaned.

The emptiness when his fingers retreated left me longing, but only for the moment before his tongue took control. Long strokes followed by quick flicks, then circles around the base of my clit, Coulter devoured me like I was the main course.

I’d never had a lover so attuned to my body, and so skilled. My fists tightened in his hair as the tingling wave built deep in my pelvis. I gasped for breath, words falling from my lips in a whiny string. “Oh my god, Coulter, you’re making me come.”

His hands anchored my hips while he finished me off. Coulter stared deep into my eyes as my high pitched moans filled the room that was steamy with passion.

My head fell back onto the pillow and Coulter climbed up over me, elbows on either side of my head, he stroked a sweaty curl off my face. “You taste like heaven.”

Heat rose to my cheeks. “You took me there just now.”

“That was just the beginning,” he said. His eyes sparkled with a playful glint before his lips lowered to mine, swallowing me up in a slippery gulp. My scent on his mouth mixed with the earthy tang of primal passion, the smell of our sweat and juices and warm breath ignited an animalistic urge in me. I had to have him.

My hips lifted, pressing my tingling pussy onto his shaft. He shifted side to side to roll over my hypersensitive clit before pulling back slightly to position himself at my entrance.Anticipation pulsed through me despite the fear his size might rip me open.

Coulter’s mouth pulled away from mine and he watched my eyes as he slowly pushed into me.

I sucked in a ragged breath, stretching around his girth, but there was no pain. Only pleasure. Intense pleasure as he slowly reached my limit. He wasn’t fully in, though, I could tell from his hips still hovering over mine. He retreated as slowly as he’d entered, almost completely out of me before sliding back in with a measured thrust. And so he continued, carefully inching deeper with every pass. His intense gaze melted me and he seemed to breathe in my breathlessness when he finally reached my limit. He held still, throbbing inside me, and growled onto my lips. “You feel so fucking amazing.”

“So do you,” I said, my heart and my body so full of him I thought I might burst.

With slow strokes he moved out and in and out of me. My whole body still pulsed with the aftershocks of orgasm, clenching him with desperation. His gaze bore deep with a dizzying intensity.

The faster his thrusts, the wetter I got. Breathy moans and groans wafted in a symphony of passion, drowning out the croaks and chirps outside the open window. My legs wrapped around him, taking him deeper than I ever thought possible. Our bodies moved in synch, thrusting and grinding until it became feverish. Coulter slowed, panting over me. After a proper pounding, I was relieved for the reprieve.

“Hold on,” he commanded. Hazy from ecstasy’s daze, I clumsily obliged, locking my ankles behind his back and my wrists around his neck. His hands slid under my shoulderblades, pulling my chest against him before he flipped us over. I sat straddling him in the center of the bed and he stared at me. “I can’t believe I’m finally fucking you.” He peppered me with kisses, reaching around me to tap my ankles. I followed his cue, uncrossing my feet, biting my lip at the sight of his abs flexing as he lowered himself onto his back. Shifting from one side to the other, I tucked my feet under me so that I could ride him.

Coulter watched my eyes, slipping his thumb between my legs to roll over my supercharged clit while I moved up and down on his hard shaft. He pushed exactly the right button and the tingling started, a subtle buzz. He reached for my nipple, teasing it to make it hard before he twisted. “You want to come on me, don’t you, beautiful?”

“Mmhmm,” I whined.

His thumb still flicking over my clit, Coulter said sternly, “Come on me, beautiful. Don’t hold back.”

And that was my undoing.The electric current built in my core until it ripped through me while I bounced on his cock. My thighs trembled and I fell forward, planting my hands on either side of his head. Coulter’s fingers snaked into my hair, digging into my scalp while our hips moved in perfect rhythm. I forced my eyes open so that I could see him while my body erupted in ecstasy. My moans landed on his lips under mine as I rode the wave of climax, riding his cock.

It was as close to an out of body experience I’d ever had, but it was also the opposite. I was so completelyinmy body, because Coulter permeated my every cell. We’d melted together in the moment. Weeks of unspoken yearning finally culminated. From the look in his eyes, I knew he felt it too. We were exactly where we were supposed to be.

CHAPTER 18

COULTER

Blinking against the pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains that fluttered in front of the open windows, my whole body tingled like I’d had a wet dream. My heart pounded and I started to sit, but a weight anchored me to the bed. Faith was nestled on my arm. I settled back down beside her, relieved that it was real, but still finding it hard to believe.

I laid there savoring the slight chill in the January air and the warmth of the gorgeous creature that breathed so serenely beside me. Turning my head slowly, so as not to wake her, I buried my face in her chestnut curls that spilled over my arm, breathing in her scent.

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