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I shook my head, “I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. I’m a women’s health NP. I know I’m clean.”

“I’ve never been with a woman without a condom, and I know I’m good, too,” he said hoarsely. “How long has it been for you?”

“Years,” I confessed. “I guess that’s why I’m a little nervous.”

“It’s been a few years for me, too, Reese. I got sick of hookups. Don’t be nervous. I’ll figure out what your body is craving,” he said as he pushed me back against the pillow and came down on top of me.

You!

All I wanted was Devon, and I didn’t care what position that happened in as long as I could get him inside me as soon as possible.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and relaxed as he kissed me.

I savored the feeling of being skin-to-skin with him, and the sensation of falling into his embrace like I always did.

I’d fantasized about this so many times that it almost felt surreal to finally be this close to him.

This intimate.

This mesmerized.

When he finally released my mouth, he licked and nipped his way down the sensitive skin of my neck.

I balked a little when he stopped at my scar from the shooting and left a lingering kiss on the ugly mark.

“Everything about you is beautiful to me, Reese,” he reminded me in a husky voice as he cupped my breasts.

I let out a huge sigh of happiness.

He wasn’t being nice or trying to make me feel better.

Devon accepted me exactly as I was, and there was no better feeling in the world than that.

My back arched a little as he teased my nipples, tasting and nipping at each one of them until I was half crazy.

“Devon,” I moaned, forgetting my nervousness.

Forgetting everything except the way he made me feel.

He moved oh-so-slowly down my belly and hooked his thumbs on my sleep shorts and lowered them down my legs.

When he tossed them aside and spread my legs, the anticipation of having him inside me was at a fevered pitch.

Except…he was in no rush to fuck me.

When I felt his warm breath on my pussy, another rush of heat flooded between my thighs.

“Fuck me, Devon,” I pleaded.

“Not going to happen yet, sweetheart. I’m hungry and you’re dinner right now. I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.”

My experience with oral sex was almost nonexistent, and the short attempts in the past had been disappointing.

Devon teased, running his tongue over my inner thighs before he finally buried his face between them.

I sucked in a surprised breath as his hot mouth started to devour me like he really was a starving man.

The fact that he seemed to savor every moment of tasting me made the pleasure even more intense.