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And Iloveit.

We’re both quiet for a beat as Jesse runs the tip of his finger around my belly button. I’m not sure where to go from here, but I’m not done. I need more. I need to feel him inside me. I need to hear him scream out my name when he comes. I want it all.

I want to make him forget his past like I’ve forgotten mine. I want him to go home with my name on his lips and the feel of me forever ingrained in his mind.

And I want him to come back.

More than anything, I want him to realize, like me, that this connection isn’t fleeting. That it’s going to be impossible to break whatever fucked-up force binds us together.

I want him to be mine.

Chapter Forty-Three

Jesse

Irunafingerfrom her navel to her slick heat, and with agonizingly slow movements, follow the path with my tongue, watching as goose bumps coat her skin.

Her body quivers and a soft mewl escapes her, drawing my eyes to her face, my heart clenching at her flushed cheeks and sated expression. She has no fucking idea what she does to me. No clue how often I’ve pictured this moment. How desperately I crave her.

And as her eyelashes flicker, her innocent expression reminds me of how much we’ve both got to lose, and how important it is to keep her safe.

Pushing the dark thoughts from my mind, I watch as she runs her fingers through her messy blonde locks, her head jolting to the side when she gets caught on the knots. An image of my fist in her hair has me biting back a groan as I shift my focus back on her pleasure. She’s had me salivating since she first opened her legs, and I’m not done with her yet. I haven’t satisfied my hunger.

After running my hands down her legs, I grip her thighs and push her knees to her chest, spreading her as far as I can push it. She’s exposed and vulnerable in this position, but when my eyes meet hers, I see nothing but wanton desire staring back.

And it kills me.

Teasing her again, I suck on her sensitive bud before pushing a finger inside her and curling it around, brushing my fingertip against her walls.

Her perfect ass wriggles in my face as she screams out my name, only making me work harder, increasing my speed as I add a second finger, pumping into her as I watch her fall apart.

Everything she does has me reeling. I’ve never been more on edge than I am here and now while I worship her, bowing down to her every need.

I may be the one in control of her pleasure, but she’s the one calling the shots.

And right now, she wants more.

Working her to the edge, I alternate between my tongue and fingers, my muscles clenched as I will her to find her second release.

My cock aches against the bed, begging me to pump it, but I hold out. My time will come.

Willow’s fingers find their way back into my hair, and my length twitches. She’s gentle at first, but when she pulls my head up to look at her, I lose my fucking mind.

“Jesus Christ.”

With her lip trapped between her teeth, she watches my fingers as they disappear inside her, palming her breasts with her spare hand.

I pump faster, scissoring my fingers while circling my thumb over her most sensitive area. She sucks in a breath as her head falls back, and when she rocks against my hand, pinching her nipple as she chases her release, I come undone. The tether that’s keeping me sane threatens to snap, and I have no way to stop it.

As if sensing my resolve slipping, Willow moans out my name, her eyes flashing to mine. “I need more,” she rasps, her gaze almost burning a hole in me.

Breaking our visual connection, I flick my tongue across her heat.

More I can do.

Her body trembles and I’m sure I’ve got her, but when I add a third finger, she stills me as I move, trapping my hand between her clenched legs.

“No. I need you inside me. Now.”

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