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“Is this a good idea?”

Her question fell between us, like a lit match into a field of dry grass as she put voice to the forbidden line we’d been traversing ever since our first kiss.

“I think maybe we’ve already gone past that point, don’t you think?”

My arousal felt strained, and I could feel the press of it against my zipper.

Another slide of her tongue across her lips as she inhaled again, the sound of her breath drawing in like a lasso tightening around me.

“I guess so,” she rasped.

What I said next startled me. “This isn’t just about sex. I really like you, Tiffany.”

ChapterTwenty-Five

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Tiffany’s eyes widened slightly. For several thundering beats of my heart, I could sense her almost wrestling with herself. I felt as if I could see the uncertainty and questions blowing like tumbleweeds through her thoughts.

“Oh,” she finally said as if she couldn’t even believe it.

I’d already stumbled into this, so I committed. “Is that so surprising? The first time I saw you again when Alice came to get a dog, I thought you were sexy as hell, and I wanted you right then. I’ll start with the important part. You’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re also completely loyal to your friends and family. There’s all that,andyou’re beautiful and sexy.”

“Oh,” she repeated, her cheeks tinged with rosy pink.

She lifted her chin, her arms unfolding and one hand lifting to catch one of her dark curls. She spun it around her forefinger. “I really like you too.” She bit her bottom lip as she smiled, almost bashfully. “You’re smart and—”

I lifted a hand, putting a finger over her lips. “I’d rather kiss you than have you stroke my ego.”

She giggled, the sound vibrating lightly against my fingertip. My hand fell away, and I stepped closer, palming her cheek as I fit my mouth over hers.

Our kiss went wild. We practically combusted as our tongues tangled, and I brought her body flush against mine. My hand slid from her cheek around to the back of her neck and down her spine to cup the lush curve of her bottom and press her against my arousal.

She arched into me, her hips rocking against the hard ridge of my arousal. I didn’t even know how long we kissed, but when we broke apart, both of us were desperate for air. We stared at each other. It felt as if lightning was crackling in the air around us.

Her hand molded over my cock, sliding up and down the denim as she whispered, “I need to do this.”

She spun me around, pushing me back as she deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. In another moment, I felt her palm sliding into my boxers, her touch silky smooth around my shaft. I felt a bead of pre-cum roll out the tip. She looked up at me, biting her lip as her thumb smeared it across the crown.

“Just give me a minute,” she rasped. With the sly glint contained in her dark eyes, there was no way I could do anything other than exactly what she ordered.

She shoved my jeans and briefs down around my hips, and my cock sprang free. My fingers laced in her hair as she knelt. Her tongue swirled around the thick crown before she sucked my swollen length into her mouth. My head fell back, and I was grateful for the counter behind me because my knees would’ve given out without it.

With one hand gripping the edge of the counter and the other her hair, I gave in to the sheer torture and delirious pleasure of her sucking, licking, and stroking me. My release was threatening as my balls tightened. As much as my body wanted me to give in, I needed to be inside her.

“Tiff,” I choked out. “Please wait.”

I felt the subtle suction as she slowly drew back, her eyes opening as she released me with a pop. More pre-cum rolled out the tip, and I clung to my control.

“I need to be inside you,” I whispered hoarsely.

She held my gaze, her look considering, almost as if she was debating whether she would even agree. In all honesty, I was truly at her mercy. Because if she drew me into her mouth one more time, that would be it for me. But she didn’t. She rocked back on her heels and stood.

I took control, spinning her around and shoving her jeans down around her thighs a little roughly. She rested her elbows on the counter, and I reached around, teasing my fingers between her thighs just to make sure. I groaned at the feel of her arousal coating my fingers. She was slippery wet, and her hips rocked into my touch.

I wasn’t even thinking as I slid my palm down her back, pushing her shirt up slightly. I needed to feel her skin. I fisted my cock with my other hand, just about to sink into her when I came to an abrupt stop. In my mind, it was practically the sound of tires squealing on the pavement.

“Hang on, I need to get a condom,” I bit out.

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