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I feel him smile against my skin seconds before he does it again.

When his mouth makes its way back up to mine, I’m breathing so hard I briefly wonder if I’m not about to hyperventilate.

I can’t help it. The way he’s looking at me, the way he’s touching me, like he simply can’t get enough, it’s overwhelming in the most incredible way.

No man has ever made me feel this way, like I’m turned inside out, and he’s barely even touched me yet. My flesh prickles with anticipation when he pulls back, his heated gaze meeting mine.

“Last chance,” he warns, popping the button of my jean shorts open.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I say breathlessly, my heart doing a full flip in my chest at the sight of the smile that tips his lips seconds before he does exactly what I say, kissing me so completely that I feel consumed by it.

He unzips my shorts at a tortuously slow pace, pulling them down even slower, to the point that I’m tempted to move him aside and do it myself. Or at least that’s what I think until he slowly lowers to his knees in front of me.

I watch in open fascination as he kisses my lower abdomen, licking and swirling his tongue against my skin as he moves lower, lower, so low that his lips are now on my bare public bone. I hiss when he dips lower, my head falling back on a deep groan when his lips press to my center.

“You smell even better than I imagined.” He inhales me deeply, groaning, and I melt, my fingers going into his hair as I urge him further.

The first swipe of his tongue is like feeling the sun on your skin after spending months in the darkness. The second, a cool breeze against too-hot skin. By the third, I can’t form a coherent thought.

All I know is want. Need. Desperation.

He takes his time, sucking and kissing, licking and biting, driving me to the point of climax so quickly, I barely have time to brace for impact before it hits me with so much force, I feel disoriented. My core sings. My head buzzes. My body... Well, that bitch has decided she no longer belongs to me at all but to the man currently lapping up my release like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

And then he’s in front of me, kissing me long and deep, making sure I taste every bit of my pleasure on his tongue.

“Let me grab...”

“Don’t.” I hiss against his lips, closing my fingers around the impossibly hard erection that strains against his lounge pants. “You don’t need it.”

He pulls back, eyes dark.

“You’re on birth control?”

“Something like that.” I nip at his lips.

“Something like that?” He narrows his gaze, not willing to just take me at my word, which I guess I can understand.

“I can’t have kids, okay?”

“Like at all?” His expression shifts, making me desperate to move on from this conversation.

“No. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.” Understanding passes over his features.

“You trust me to fuck you bare?” He practically moans the words.

“You forget I know you, River Jonathan Parker. Even when you’ve tried to shut me out, Iknowyou. And I’ve waited months to have you. I don’t want to feel you with a barrier. I want to feelallof you.” I lean in, pressing my lips to his. I kiss him slowly, thoroughly, letting my fingers trace the length of him over his pants before finally slipping inside.

He hisses against my mouth at the first touch. Running my fingertips from base to tip, I revel in how soft his skin is, in how hard and ridged he is for me. And when I trail my thumb over the tip, sliding through the dampness of his arousal, something in him unravels.

One minute my fingers are on him, the next my hands are above my head, one hand wrapped around both of my wrists, holding me in place.

I watch with bated breath as he frees himself from the confines of his pants, his heavy erection bobbing as he uses his free hand to part my legs far enough to allow him to settle between them.

I drop my head back on a whimper as he slides his length through my seam, my body so primed and ready for him he meets absolutely zero resistance.

Releasing my hands, he hoists one leg over his hip, then the other, leaving my bare ass pressed against the glass.

I open my mouth to object, but he quickly cuts me off, reading my thoughts perfectly.