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Coast made that rumbling sound against my lips at the feel of my fingers.

Emboldened, I let them glide around to his back, moving up his warm skin.

Coast’s lips slanted over mine again, pressure bruising, and I couldn’t help but get pulled into the current of him.

His teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a low moan out of me.

His hands were roaming then, brushing down the sides of my neck, over my shoulders, down my arms. One slipped inward, undoing the buttons of my pajama top.

A shiver moved through me and I had no way of knowing if it was from the chill in the room against my exposed skin, or the heat of my desire as I watched Coast’s eyes grow heavy-lidded and his jaw draw tight with his own need.

Finished with the buttons, his fingertip traced the slice of skin up from my waistband to between my breasts.

Then, before I could suck in a breath, his hand moved in, covering my breasts, dragging a shocked gasp out of me at my soft skin against his rough palm.

Coast leaned down, his lips going to my neck. His tongue slipped out to brush over my pulse point as his thumb started to work little circles around my nipple until it was straining, until I was arching into his touch, silently begging for more.

He gave me that, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple until I was letting out desperate, soft sighs.

His other hand rose, continuing the sweet torment until I felt like a live wire—vibrating with need. Something volatile, dangerous.

And those were things that Coast loved most.

His tongue traced down the column of my throat, slipped down between my breasts, trailed down my belly.

Heat pooled in my core as his warm breath tickled my skin.

All I could do was focus on him: the roughness of his hands, the softness of his hair, the orange and vetiver scent that clung to him.

His hands touched my ankles then slid upward—over my calves, the backs of my knees, my thighs.

My breath was coming in quick, shallow puffs as his fingertips teased across the hem of my shorts before slipping upward, grabbing the waistband of my shorts and panties, then slowly dragging them down.

My belly swooped as the material slid to my feet.

I stepped out of them automatically as Coast’s lips kissed across my lower stomach.

My hand slid down, threading through his soft hair.

My legs parted as he kissed down my upper thigh.

His head turned in.

And there was a sharp bite that had a surprised gasp escaping me.

But Coast took the opportunity to turn inward, sliding his tongue up my cleft. The pain/pleasure mixture had my thighs shaking and my system short-circuiting, not sure which sensation to focus on more.

As Coast’s tongue flicked over my clit, though, it was easy for my body to laser in on that sensation.

My thighs trembled as his tongue started to work me in slow, gentle circles, making my fingers curl tighter in his hair as my hips writhed against him.

God, it had been so, so long.

And Coast was every bit as good as I’d imagined. Better.

His hand slid down my thigh to my knee, lifting it, and putting my leg over his shoulder before sneaking back up and sinking into my ass.

Everything fell away then as I fell into him. All the fears, anxiety, stress, sadness, and betrayal from the past year. All of the self-doubt and uncertainty.