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“What did I tell you?” he grunts.

I barely hear him as the head of his cock splits my opening. I try to reach it, to guide it where we both want it, but Heath grabs my wrist and pulls it over my head.

There’s that little squeeze again. Gentle but firm. I love it when he takes control. He’s so strong and so powerful, but I know he’ll never hurt me. I feel safe in his arms.

“Just look,” I say breathily, before leaning in to suck on his bottom lip. He moans as I let it go with a pop but the moment I try to sink down, to give us what we both want, he moves away from me and I swear he’s going to put me down. But then he thrusts his cock in between my lips, sliding against my clit. I grind against him, harder, faster, teasing us both with the taste of what’s to come. He tries to slow me down but there’s no stopping me. I fall apart in his arms.

“Fuck!” he groans. Then he’s coming too. I feel his warmth against my stomach and I want more.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I beg. I try to grab his still-hard cock, but then he’s gone and I’m sliding back down onto my feet.

“Heath?”

His eyes flutter close like he’s struggling to think and just when I’m sure his resolve will break and he’ll grab me again, he says, “I want you to remember me before I make love to you. I want you to be one hundred percent sure of who’s fucking you. Of whose name you’re screaming when you’re climaxing.”

“Heath–” I begin to protest.

But he just bends down and kisses me deeply before pulling away. “So remember me quickly.”

Chapter Six

Heath

Dixie’s driving me in-fucking-sane.

And she knows it.

Grabbing the buffalo plaid blanket, I pull it over her legs for the second time that night. I can’t keep looking at the way her ass eats her pajama shorts or the way her top rides up the curves of her waist to expose the bottom of her breasts. And she’s not wearing any underwear – the minx.

It’s the sweetest torture, holding her in my arms and feeling her body pressed against mine.

How does she sleep soundly like this when I can’t sleep a wink?

I’m trying to be a good man. I’m trying to keep my hands to myself. My lips to myself. But all I want to do is press my cock between her parted thighs as I massage her ass and suck on her nipples.

That one touch of her sweet slit in the kitchen damn near made me feral. Then, I almost lost control and took her in the shower.

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