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Mouth watering and fingers itching to pinch, I lifted higher onto my elbow to better see the rest of her curves sprawled out on display. Her hand rested above the dip of her belly button, smooth skin below leading to the soft patch of trimmed hair between her thighs. A hint of her clit peeked from between the top of her labia, and I fisted my hand rather than touch her.

She shifted, her thigh pressing against my thickened cock. “Mmm.”

I lifted my gaze to find her sleepy green eyes peering at me, pupils swelled. She slid her hand between us and wrapped her hand around my hard length. “I want you,” she whispered.

A shot of adrenaline slammed into me—I wondered how much, and if she’d meant more than just my body.

Without a word, I rolled on autopilot, settling between her thighs. Heat and wetness pressed against the back of my dick as she wrapped her legs around me, holding me close.

There were no walls, no steel door hiding her from me. She stared up at me with naked honesty and want.

I swallowed hard, wanting to spill the truth in my heart and beg her to let me love her.

She shifted her hips, and I groaned at the tip of my dick enveloped in slick heat. “Fill me, Jarod.”

I slid deep inside her warmth without thought. My eyes slid shut, and I rested my forehead against hers, cursing over how good she felt—too good.

“Condom. Shit!” I started to pull out, but she clamped me tight to her with her thighs, her ankles locked around my back.

“You get tested all the time, right?” she asked, still unguarded with her gaze, the desire in her emerald orbs stealing my breath.

“Yeah,” I rasped. “Got a clean bill of health two weeks ago.” I didn’t tell her I hadn’t been with anyone since her though.

“Me too, and I’m on the pill.” Her gaze dropped to my lips. “I want you this way—if you’re okay with it.”

I bit down on the lip she stared at and pressed back into her body, offering her everything. Full fucking surrender.

Her lips parted with a gasp, eyes flitting back up to mine.

Setting a slow but steady rhythm, I rocked into her wet heat, the slick glide and feel of her inner muscles pulling on my cock enticing me to go deeper. I angled and shifted, giving all I could, gyrating my hips so my pubic bone rubbed against her clit.

She groaned, tipping her head back and baring her neck.

Swooping down, I open-mouth kissed every inch she allowed, flicking my tongue along her skin to taste her.

I’d fucked plenty of women. Pleasured dozens if not hundreds. But I’d never made love, never allowed feelings to dictate how I moved. Sliding my hand between us, I lifted to see her face. “Look at me, Christine.”

Her eyelids fluttered open. Huge pupils dominated the green of her irises.

Not bothering to hide the emotion I felt for her from my own gaze, I peered down at her, gently rubbing my fingertips over her clit.

She gasped as I flicked under the hood covering her hard nub, and that whine—God, that fucking beautiful sound—rose from her chest and escaped her lush lips as she stared up at me.

“Come around my cock, sweet girl.”

A shudder rippled through her pussy, pulling me even deeper, and she arched her back with a moan, keeping her eyes on mine as she went over.

I fell fully in that moment, whispering her name while filling her with my cum.

Chapter 23

Christine

I cracked an eyelid open.

Eight-fifteen, the clock read. But it wasn’t my alarm clock. The satin sheets beneath me weren’t mine, and the hairy arm and leg draped over my body didn’t belong to me either.

Remnants of Jarod’s cologne drifted past my nose, and God help me, I smiled and closed my eyes again to relive the night before.

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