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And then he kisses me.

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ALICIA

Thekissrootsmeto the spot.

Just a moment ago, we were arguing, and now I can’t even think straight. I’m angry with him—I can still feel my anger—but it’s hard to remember exactly why that was. Because I alsowanthim.

He breaks the kiss and stares at me, eyes blazing. “Holy hell,” he growls. “You really know how to drive a man crazy, Alicia.”

“Me, driveyoucrazy?” That hardly seems fair.

“You drag me out here into the middle of the woods—”

“I didn’t drag you anywhere. You showed up at my house, remember?”

“And then you kiss me like that—”

“Youkissedme!”

“But you kissedback,” Brandon says. “Don’t pretend you don’t know the effect you have on me.”

I suck in a breath. He’s so different from all the human men I’ve known. Human men are level-headed. When they’re attracted to you, they don’t always let it get the better of them. And even when theydo…it never feels like this. It never feels this powerful, this magnetic.

He kisses me again, and I feel the world around me melting away. I stand on my toes to bring myself closer to him, to crush my lips against his. They’ll be swollen and bruised later, I can tell. This is going to be rough, and I want it that way.

He tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it behind him. It occurs to me that I don’t know if I’m going to be able to find it later, but I also kind of don’t care. The feeling of the warm summer air on my bare breasts is intoxicating.

Brandon lifts me in his arms as if I’m feather light and lays me down on the ground. He lowers himself over me and kisses the outer edge of my breast before working his way down. I stretch my arms over my head as he yanks my shorts down and throws them aside too. He pushes my knees up so that my feet are planted in the dirt and presses his lips to my bare pussy.

I feel a surge of wet heat and lift my hips up to meet his mouth. His lips part and he tastes me, his tongue pressing against me, rough and satisfying.

I groan.

Brandon wraps his arms around my thighs to hold me in place and licks me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Thanks to the way he’s holding me, I can’t really grind against his face the way I want to, but honestly, that’s kind of sexy. I like being helpless with him. I like how he’s holding me still, making me take what he’s giving me.

Then he stops.

He looks up from between my legs. His face is wet.Fuck.

“I want your mouth on my cock,” he growls. “Little tease. I want you to suck me off.”

“You’re not going to fuck me?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he says. “You’re going to come. You’re going to come so hard you won’t know your own name.”

I gasp. “Promise?”

“Are you questioning me?”

“No.”

“That’s right.” He grabs my arms and pulls me upright, lying back on the dirt himself. His cock is thick and hard, ready for my mouth, pointing skyward. “Suck me. Now.”

I will. But he’s damn well mistaken if he thinks he gets to turn me on like this and then just have me sit here and service him.

I turn around and climb astride his face, settling myself over his mouth. Now I control the pace and pressure. Now I can ride him the way I want to. I set a slow rhythm, rolling my hips in pleasurable circles.

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