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Her cheeks flush with heat, and the sight has me swallowing roughly. "I want…you."

"Are you sure?" I ask firmly.

"Yes," she answers immediately. "Sam, I need you."

And that's all I need to pounce. I yank her head to mine, kissing her deeply. It's even better than I imagined. She tastes like candy, sweet apples, and fresh citrus. The scent invades my nostrils. I can taste it on my tongue, and I want to devour every inch of her.

My control is long gone. That man who has everything neat and in order, who doesn't jump into situations out of reactions, is long gone. I am nothing but frantic need.

And right now, I need her.

Need to taste, need to feel.

Need to ingrain every inch of her into my memory.

One time might not be enough, but when I wake up from this lust-fueled haze, my logical brain will probably tell me once is all I get.

So I'm going to make sure I enjoy it.

I push her down onto the bed, my weight pressing her into the mattress as my mouth claims hers. Her lips part instantly, inviting me deeper as her fingers grip onto my shirt to keep me close. I groan into her mouth, my hands roaming her body, desperate to touch every inch of her.

"I need to see you," I growl against her lips.

My fingers find the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head. The sight of her in a simple black bra makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her pretty blue eyes darkened with want.

I unhook her bra with one hand, letting it fall away. Her breasts are perfect, full and topped with rosy nipples that harden under my gaze. I lower my head, taking one peak into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it before sucking hard.

"Sam," she gasps, her back arching off the bed.

Her hands fumble with my shirt, pushing it up my chest. I pull back just long enough to rip it over my head before returning to her, skin against skin. The feel of her soft body beneath mine is intoxicating.

I trail kisses down her stomach, unbuttoning her jeans as I go. Lifting her hips, she helps me slide them down her legs, along with her panties. And then she's naked beneath me, all creamy skin and curves.

"You're fucking beautiful," I murmur, taking in the sight of her.

I spread her thighs wider, my hands gripping her soft flesh. The scent of her arousal hits me, making my mouth water. She's already wet for me, glistening and ready.

"Sam," she whispers, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "What are you?—"

"Shh." I press a kiss to her inner thigh. "Let me take care of you."

Her breath catches as I move higher, dragging my lips along the sensitive skin of her thigh. I can feel her trembling beneath my touch, anticipation building with each inch I claim.

"You don't have to think," I murmur against her skin. "Just feel."

When I finally taste her, she gasps, then whimpers, her hips bucking off the bed. I hold her firmly in place, my tongue makinga slow, deliberate path through her folds. She's sweet and tangy, better than anything I've ever tasted.

"I don't want you to think about anything except how good your pussy feels right now."

"Oh God," she moans as her fingers find their way into my hair.

I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing her, building her up slowly. Her thighs tense around my head, her breathing becoming more erratic. Sliding one finger inside her, then two, I curl them to find that spot that makes her cry out.

"Sam, please," she begs, but she doesn’t even know what she's begging for.

I suck her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue against the sensitive bud while pumping my fingers inside her. Her walls clench around me, her back arching off the bed. She's close. I can feel it in the way her body tightens, the way her moans become higher, more desperate.

"Let go for me," I command against her center, the vibration of my voice sending her over the edge.