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“You,” I gasp. “All of you.”

He carries me to the bed, then lays me down like I’m breakable… precious… unreal. But his blue eyes are anything but soft. They’re dark and ravenous.

He strips away my dress fully now in one smooth motion, and when I’m bare beneath him, his nostrils flare and his breath catches. He stares like he’s memorizing every inch.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, voice shaking. “How are you even real?”

My pulse is erratic, my nipples hard with each word, with the attention of his dark, lustful eyes on my body. I feel cherished and sensual and feminine and… alive.

He undresses without looking away, and when he joins me, the heat between us explodes, blazing hot. Every movement is raw, every kiss a firebrand, every inch between us consumed.

When our bodies finally meet, I cry out in half ecstasy and half relief. He fills me completely, one hand laced with mine, the other gripping my hip as he starts to move.

“S-Sean…”

My fingers dig into his back, urging him faster with my other hand against the headboard, arching into him. Then, his thrusts become fast and frantic and aching, like we’re trying to make up for every second we denied ourselves this.

The rhythm is ruthless. I meet him stroke for stroke, breath for breath, moan for moan. The pleasure is surreal and almost divine.

His name tumbles from my lips in a plea, a string of expletives. But his control frays, and so does mine.

“Sean—” I choke out again.

“I’ve got you,” he says, voice hoarse and tender and filthy with desire. “Let go. Come with me.”

I do, closing my eyes as I surrender to an indescribable sensation. To the rhythm of his erection in my wetness, to my throbbing needy center, to his mouth. The sound of my nameon his lips. The way his eyes cloud with wonder as my body responds to his touch.

I block everything out. Tomorrow can sort itself out. Tonight, I just want to revel in pleasure.

14

SEAN

Iwake to the sound of Wren swearing under her breath. Sunlight slices through the curtains, warming my face. Her foot gets tangled in the sheets as she stumbles toward the closet. I don’t even have time to ask what’s wrong before I hear it.

The unmistakable sound of Jen’s car pulling into the driveway.

No way.

“Jen’s here. I saw her text as I woke up.”

I bolt up. “Shit.”

Wren’s already halfway into a robe, hair a mess, eyes wild. “They’re early.”

I yank on my pants from the night before and scramble around for my shirt.

Wren grabs the brush from the dresser. “How do I look?”

“Like a woman who didn’t just have sex on every surface of this room.”

“That’s not helpful.”

I grin, grabbing the rest of my clothes. I kiss her and her eyes widen.

“Don’t look so surprised.”

“Sean!”