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“I think I read that somewhere.”

“Yeah, on a poster in my dorm.” I chuckle. “Don’t you let anything hold you back. Failing is better than not trying and you can’t succeed if you don’t give it your all.”

She opens her mouth, closes it again and steps away from me. I follow h

er to the tree as she lightly touches the bulbs.

“Londyn?”

“Sometimes when things are too good to be true, they usually are.”

“I know,” I say. I pull her to me, and drop my gaze.

“Have I been living in a fairy tale, and none of this is real?”

Her frightened look breaks me and haunts my soul. “It’s real, Londyn,” I say, wanting to make her whole again, even though she once tore my heart from my chest and trampled it.

“You don’t think I’m just fooling myself? That I’m not a foolish girl with no talent?”

I shake my head, frustration gripping my throat. I have no idea why she keeps asking me that, or what it’s going to take for her to see that I believe in her—for her to see her worth.

“No, and when it comes to things being real, this is as real as they get,” I say and press my mouth to hers. She melts against me, and all thoughts evaporate, all but one. I need to be inside her.

I draw in an unsteady breath as my chest tightens. “I want you.”

“I want you, too.”

I grin at her. “Look at that,” I tease. “We have so much in common.” My shaky fingers go to the buttons on her shirt. I begin to release them, one at a time, slowly, drawing this night out. Tonight there will be no hurried sex, no frantic fucking, no matter how much we both like that. No, tonight, when I put my cock in her—when I make love to her—I plan to savor ever second of it, plan to make it so goddamn good for her, she’ll never forget this night. Honest to God, when it comes to her, I’m fighting a losing battle.

She moves restlessly, and places her warm hands on mine. Our eyes meet, our gazes lock and I smile at her. I widen the shirt, run my fingers over her slowly, gently, and cup her lush breasts in my palms. As I fill my hands, her head falls back and I brush the rough pads of my thumbs over her nipples. Jesus, I can’t wait to bury myself in her.

“That feels so good, Cason.”

Her hands go to my face, and she brings my lips to hers. Her breath quickens and her fingers drop, explore my body, her soft touch like a healing balm to my heart. I moan to let her know what she does to me, even though the raging erection between my legs is a pretty good indication.

I break the kiss, bury my mouth in the crook of her neck and she quivers. My cock stretches more, pushes against the band on my boxer shorts. I groan against her soft flesh, and begin a leisurely journey downward. I press wet kisses to her skin, take her nipple into my mouth. I kiss it gently, and treasure it like it’s a prized possession before continuing my exploration.

Her nails rake my hair, and I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. Her eyes close and her body quakes with want. I slide the shirt from her body and it falls to the floor. Backing up an inch, I let my gaze race over hers. She’s so goddamn perfect. We’re perfect together.

I back her up until we’re in front of the fire, and I lay her out on the soft rug. She reaches for me and I quickly rid myself of my boxers, and take my cock into my hand.

“You want this?” I ask, and her head nods. “Show me.”

She widens her legs, and I can see every inch of her in the firelight. She writhes on the floor, her finger racing over her flesh, until she finds the needy spot between her legs.

My spot.

I growl, and her mouth parts, her fingers sliding over her sex. I drop to my knees, wedge myself between her legs, and she sits up and wraps those gorgeous lips around my cock. She takes me deep, like she’s been waiting, starved for a taste of me, and the sight of my dick sliding to the back of her throat shakes me to my core. I move my hips, plunge a bit deeper, and she moans around the length of me.

“You like sucking my cock?” I ask. She nods, and cups my balls. “You like it when I fill your mouth with my cum?” She whimpers, and I push her hair back to see more of her mouth. She works her mouth over me like it’s her goddamn job, dragging her lips along my length. I want to stop, need to stop, but how can I possibly when she’s so good at this.

She licks her lips, and glances up at me, a teasing warmth in her eyes. “You like me sucking you?” she asks.

I glance at my rock-hard dick, as it sits on her bottom lip. “Fuck yeah.”

She smiles and I get it, she loves the power she has over me. I growl and she takes me back into her mouth, treating me to a hard suck until tightness coils inside me. Moments before I reach the point of no return, I grip her hair and gently drag her off my dick.

“Lie back. Open for me,” I command in a soft voice. “I want my mouth between your legs.”

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