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“Yeah. You still haven’t told me what you want. I don’t even know if you’re still single.”

I have to laugh. “I could never let another man touch me. Not after you. You ruined me for anyone else.”

“Thank fuck.”

He grins at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I feel my heart swell with love for this man. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more. And now that I know he wants forever with me, there’s nothing stopping us from having it all.

Except my fear of taking chances. A fear I’ve cultivated to such a fine art since my brother died.

“I want everything you just said,” I whisper, my hands sliding down his chest to rest on his abs. “The island, the concerts, the morning sex.”

He chuckles, his hands running up and down my thighs. “You got it, babe. Anything you want, just say the word.”

“How about afternoon sex during a power outage with a thunderstorm outside my small house. Can I have that?”

“Absofuckinglutely.”

Chapter Twelve

Griffin

Istand up and reach for Mallory’s hand, pulling her up from the couch. The storm rages outside, the wind howling and rain pounding against the windows.

“Take me to your bedroom?”

She nods shyly and leads me to her room. It’s nothing like the bedroom in her parents’ house, of course. No pink frills. No mathlete trophies. No posters of me on her ceiling.

It smells like her in here. The bed isn’t as big as mine at home, but it’s better than the double bed we first tried out together. It’s feminine, but not flouncy or dainty. Her bed looks like a nest I will never want to get out of.

“You okay?” I ask her, noticing her apprehension.

“I’m fine,” she says, her voice low and husky.

I take a step closer to her, my hand going to the side of her face. “I want you,” I tell her, my thumb tracing her jawline.

“I want you too,” she whispers, leaning into my touch.

I pull her toward me and capture her lips in a kiss that ignites a fire in my belly. She moans into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss. She responds eagerly, pushing her body against mine.

We stumble onto the bed, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. The storm outside rages on, but I don’t care. All I care about is this woman in my arms. She’s all I want, and I’m never letting her go.

My hands wander, tracing the curves of her body. Too many clothes. She must be thinking the same thing because her hands are tugging at my shirt, pushing it up my body.

I pull away and take off my shirt, my eyes never leaving hers. She looks at me with such desire and longing, it sends a thrill through me.

I move back to her and capture her lips again, our tongues tangling together as my hands move over her body. I tug her shirt over her head and take in her beautiful curves. As soon as the bra is unhooked, I fall onto her breasts, remembering the first time I made her come only with breast play.

She moans and arches her back, and I take the cue, sucking her nipples like a man starved. She tastes so sweet, and I can’t get enough. I want to make her come over and over again.

But I want her naked, so I move off those luscious tits and pull her leggings and panties off. I can’t help but admire her body for a few moments before I start exploring it with my hands and mouth.

She gasps and moans as I lick a path over her skin. I love seeing her body react to my touch, knowing that I’m the one driving her wild. I build her pleasure up until she’s trembling with need, and then I move between her legs and slide my tongue inside her sweet folds.

“I’ve been dreaming about the way you taste, Sunday School.”

She cries out in pleasure, her hips bucking against my mouth. I push her higher and higher until she’s screaming and clawing at the bedsheets. When she comes, her body writhing in gratification, I feel a deep satisfaction that I’m the one who gave her this pleasure. And I’m not done yet.

I want to make her come again and again, and I won’t stop until she’s begging for me to let her rest.

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