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When I nod, he groans, grinding his rapidly hardening cock against my heat.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

I shake my head, pulling him even closer, my legs tightening around his waist because right now all I want is to feel him, and I don’t care if it’s against a wall. I just want to feel him inside of me.

“Please… here?” I beg, pulling his hair enough to lift his head from my shoulder and kiss him once again, loving the taste, loving the feel of him against me, and loving the fact that this man knows exactly what to do with my body.

“Baby, I need a bed. I’m desperate for you, but I need to take my time. I won’t get to do that if I fuck you here.”

My head hits the wall as he growls the question into my skin one more time. When I finally point in the direction of my room, he pulls me off the wall, and before I know it, my back hits my mattress, causing my breath to catch. I’m about to berate him for making me wait when my eyes land on his bare chest, his abs flexing with every twist of his torso as his fingers undo his belt. My mouth goes dry, my fingers curling into the comforter at the thought of what’s behind those jeans.

“Dane, as much as I love looking at you, I’d much rather touch you.” The sass is not lost on him since he stops all movement and just stands in front of me with the top button of his jeans undone, looking like an edible statue.

“And what if I like you looking at me?” His voice drops, the desire palpable as it surrounds us, causing the temperature to rise. “What if I don’t want you to touch me at all?”

My breath hitches as he stalks toward the bed, leaning over me as he takes both my hands in one of his, lifting them above my head.

“You keep those right there…” The promise in those words sends shivers up my spine as that glint in his eyes surfaces.

I do as I’m told, keeping my hands resting above my head as his fingers find their way to the edge of my pants, undoing them swiftly as my hips lift, helping him pull them from my body. He growls at the sight of my white lace panties that I know are soaked through, and before I can beg for anything, he’s on his knees, gently pulling the lace from my core, exposing me.

“Fucking hell, Nel. You are incredible... everywhere.”

I don’t agree, I don’t think any woman would agree when someone says that when looking at their vagina, but right now, with the way he’s staring, I can’t seem to care.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this; dreamed about how amazing you taste, how you’d feel coming on my tongue and how fucking incredible you’d look screaming my name while I ravish that incredible pussy of yours.”

Arousal floods my core as he devours me. My hips having a mind of their own as his fingers dig into my ass, pulling me so much closer as I lose all sense of time.

“Dane, God, that feels so freaking good!” He starts to laugh against me, and when our eyes meet, his head lifts.

“You can’t swear, can you? Even when I’m eating you out, you still can’t say it.” He winks as he lowers his head once more, not waiting for my answer as he begins devouring me once more.

“Five years of practice doesn’t go away in a week,” I groan, feeling the smoldering sensation in the pit of my stomach. My fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him closer as my feet hit the bed, lifting my hips and silently begging for more.

My entire body is wound tight, waiting for the moment I’m pushed over the edge but it’s not coming. Every time I get close, every time I believe I’ll crash over into the bliss I know is possible with Dane, it never comes.

When he senses my frustration, he nibbles at the inside of my thigh, his fingers gently playing with my clit as his eyes bore into mine.

“I know exactly what you need.” And just as I’m about to ask what he means, he thrusts inside me, causing the orgasm that was on the brink of release to storm to the surface, plunging me into a volcano of desire I didn’t even know was possible. I don’t remember him taking his pants off, I don’t even know if he comes with me, all I know is that the sensations running through my body are electric. My limbs are weak, my brain is foggy and for the first time in a long time, I’m blissfully happy.

“You are fucking perfect,” he mutters, gently rolling off me and pulling me close.

“Yup, it was fucking perfect.”

His groaning laughter at my use of the swear word causes us both to burst into a fit of giggles, and before I know it, round two commences, and it’s just as perfect and mind-blowing as the first.

Chapter 18

“It’s Christmas!!!” Jaxon yells from outside my door.

I groan, looking at the clock, seeing it’s just past six in the morning.

“Jaxon, sweetie, what did I tell you about yelling?” Nel’s stern voice brings a smile to my face as I reluctantly get out of bed, grab my sweatpants and open my bedroom door.

When I come face to face with Nel, her hair up in a messy bun, no makeup, and wearing my band T-shirt and a pair of boxers, I bite my lip, trying everything in my power to not say anything inappropriate in front of Jaxon.

We agreed when this all started that we would never sleep in the same bed when Jaxon was around, Nel didn’t want to confuse him, and I respected that. But seeing her like this? Dressed as if she just rolled out of bed, sleep still in her eyes and yawning as she walks with her son toward the living room? It causes a yearning deep within me to protect this with every ounce of my being.

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