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I find myself panting his name and he smiles against me. With a gasp and then a cry I fall apart, my legs shaking. I’ve never orgasmed so hard in my life and he wasn’t even inside me.

Something tells me he’s going to kill me—at least it’ll be a pleasant death.

I run my hands along the planes of his chest, down his abs, lower—he grabs my hand and growls, “Not yet.”

Before I can blink he has both my hands pinned above my head in one of his, his grip strong. I know I could break it if I wanted, but I don’t. I know I’m not in any danger.

“Fuck, look at you.” His voice is low. Raspy. “I want to tie you up. Handcuff you to a bed and fuck you raw.”

With my hands trapped, he takes his time peppering kisses all over my body. When he swirls his tongue around one of my nipples and then the other I make an embarrassing squeaking noise and he smirks. My hips move of their own volition, desperately seeking some sort of friction.

I try to get my hands loose then—if only to wipe the smirk off his face, but he shakes his head and I give in, stilling once more.

He nips at my shoulder, leaving a stinging bite he then soothes with a swipe of his tongue.

Minutes pass as he explores my body, taking his time, memorizing every curve and dip in my body. I won’t be surprised if he can draw a detailed map of it later.

He still refuses to let me touch him, growling every time I try to get my hands free. I succeed once and he then clasps each of my hands in one of his. It presses his hard body closer to mine, so really I think I’m winning here.

When he finally lets me go, he reaches over, picking his jeans up from the floor. He grabs a condom from his wallet and rips open the foil, rolling the condom down his considerable length.

I watch everything he does, every movement, every breath. I want to be here in this moment completely with Hollis—where everything will change. I know it, and from the look in his, eyes he knows it too.

There’s no coming back from this.

Once we do this it changes everything.

He stares down at me beneath him, his eyes reverent like I’m some mighty goddess spread before him, not plain old Mia.

He grabs the base of his cock, aligning himself to my center and slowly pushes inside. I gasp at the intrusion, my body tightening. It’s been a while, and despite myself, I’m nervous.

He lowers his body over mine, his hair brushing my forehead. “Relax,” he murmurs. “It’s only me.”

I want to tell him that’s the problem.

Inhaling a breath, I do my best to relax and he slips inside a little more.

I don’t know why I expected him to slam into me, to not be gentle. But he’s taking his time, making sure I’m comfortable.

I’ve only had sex with two other guys, only once with one and a handful of times with the other. God, the other. I refuse to even think his name. We dated for a short time before I realized what a jerk he was, that he was only using me. If Ieversee him again, I’m punching him in the face if only to see the look of utter surprise he’ll sport.

“Are you with me?” Hollis asks, his voice hoarse from restraint as he brings me back to the present.

Hollis. I’m here with Hollis. Nothim.

This is okay. This is right.

I nod, gripping his arms. Probably a little too tight, but he doesn’t complain. “I’m with you.”

“Breathe,” he coaxes, gently brushing his lips over mine.

I listen and as I do, he slides all the way in.

I moan, my fingers clawing at his chest. He lets me, not at all bothered by the damage I’m leaving behind.

He kisses me, effectively distracting me. I kiss him back deeply, with everything I have, and he moans into my mouth. I take that sound and swallow it, savoring it. Seeing him like this is beyond anything I ever expected.

He cups my breasts, testing their fullness in his hands before he glides them down to settle at my hips. He lifts them as he slowly retreats the tiniest bit before pushing back in.

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