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“You can stay if you want.” I push up on my elbow. “Like overnight.”

“Yeah?” His eyes dart down to my chest and warmth spreads through me. Unlike Ethan, Reese never makes me question if he wants me.

“It can be your turn to do the walk of shame.”

“It’d be my honor,” he says with a grin, already removing his jeans. He drops them next to his shoes and reaches for his shirt behind his neck, pulling it off.

Mercy, his body.

I already know that Reese is touchy, but he wastes no time getting under the covers with me. He crowds into my space, pulling me close, and for the first time in my life I don’t fight against it. I trust him. Resting my head on his chest, I hear his heart thumping against my ear.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Can I kiss you?”

I lift my chin. “Please.”

He inches down until our lips touch, the kiss bringing on a rush of emotion. I don’t ask what Ethan said to him. It doesn’t matter. It’s all lies, and I know that now.

He doesn’t get to make up my truth.

With each kiss, each lick and taste of his tongue, the feel of our shifting and tensing muscles, as my walls lower. Reese knocks them down, brick by brick until I’m laid bare. For once, I don’t feel vulnerable. I feelalive. My body aches with the need for connection, both emotional and physical.

“I don’t want to rush you,” he says between kisses, palm kneading my ass.

“You’re not.” I take a breath. “I want this.”

I push him on his back and climb over him, grinding down on his thick erection until we both groan. His hands move under my shirt, big and calloused, cupping my breasts.

“God, your tits,” he says impatiently, stripping off my T-shirt and tossing it aside. He lowers his face to lathe his tongue across one nipple. “How are they so perfect?”

How isheso perfect? I want to ask as I run my hands over his ridiculous abs. He rolls us over, flattening me on my back. Hovering over my body, he runs a finger down the center of my chest, circles my wet and peaked nipple then down my stomach. With a yank, he unties the string holding my shorts up, and pushes them down.

“Let me get you ready,” he says, spreading my legs apart. He pushes two fingers against my clit then drags them down to my opening. “Fuck, you alreadyareready, Sunshine.”

That doesn’t stop him.

His tongue is warm, and he works slow, driving me crazy with every lick and suck. It’s excruciating, and I feel the tingle in my clit, signaling my orgasm. But I don’t want to come on his mouth. I know exactly what I want.

“Reese,” I beg, pulling at his hair. “I need you inside.”

He grins, giving me one last torturous lick before easing off the bed. His erection pushes at the flap of his shorts, and he yanks them down, freeing his cock. Bending, he fishes a condom out of his wallet and climbs back in bed, until he’s kneeling between my legs. I can’t keep my eyes off him or my hands away from his chest. I trace the muscles and thread my fingers through that fine hair under his belly. He grunts and the tight muscle in the back of his jaw tenses. I know that muscle. I’ve seen it on the ice. When he’s focused on keeping control. When he knows what he’s after.

Right now, he’s after me.

Lifting my ass, he angles my hips and runs his cock over the slick heat of my core. My legs tremble and he ruts against me, eyes meeting mine. “You sure?

“Absolutely.”

He still doesn’t rush, running his hand down my body as he lines up with my entrance. Lowering himself, right as he pushes in, he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. It’s meant to be a distraction for the way he invades my body, but I feel everything. The way my body stretches taking him in, the sweet intimacy of being so close to this man.

Breathing hard, his body stills. “You sure you’re not a virgin? Your pussy is tight as fuck.”

He’s so filthy. “It’s just been a while.”

“Yeah, well, I hate to tell you, but this isn’t going to last long. Not with the way you’re gripping me.”