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As Eddie lifts his head, I can see the second his control snaps. He hooks his finger around the flimsy lace of my thong and pulls up the fabric moving through my folds as he teases me with my panties, before swiping the fabric to the side, and I swear nothing has ever been more erotic than him with his head bent low, regarding my pussy like a man starved. My fingers fist in his thick hair, pulling at the silky strands. He bends his head and I feel the breath of him at my center before his tongue flicks out over the tight bud of nerves before him. My ass rises to get closer to the bliss he is bestowing on me.

Looking down at the erotic sight of this man, kneeling between my legs with fire in his eyes as he pleasures me like it’s the only place he ever wants to be, is how I imagine heaven to feel. His tongue presses harder, responding to each moan and whimper I make as his hands caress my belly, my breasts before clamping down on my hips to hold me steady.

“Eddie, oh God.” My head thrashes from side to side as he licks and sucks at my pussy. I can feel the arousal dripping out of me and covering his face and, normally, I’d be so embarrassed but the grunts of pleasure coming from Eddie spur me on.

My moans grow louder as my climax begins to ripple over me like a wave, and then he thrusts two fingers inside me and curls them. I clench my pussy around him, wanting more, wanting everything this man has to give me. As if he can read me, Eddie strokes his magical tongue over my clit faster, firmer until my voice fills the car and I shatter.

I hear him growl in satisfaction as I ride my orgasm like a wildfire out of control, magnificent in its brutality and totallyconsuming every thought and feeling until there is only us and this moment.

21.Eddie

The drive feelsendless and far too short all at once.

Laney’s still breathless, her skin flushed, her fingers twined loosely in mine as the limo glides to a stop outside the house. The cabin is filled with the scent of her—warm, sweet, and something deeper now, something that’s mine. Her lipstick is smudged, her hair mussed, and her eyes—God, those eyes—are soft and heavy with trust, and something more. Something that undoes me completely.

I don’t wait for the driver.

The moment the door opens, I’m out, and then I’m reaching for her—because there’s no damn way I’m letting her walk through that door tonight.

“Eddie—” she starts, but her voice cuts off on a gasp as I scoop her into my arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like I haven’t dreamed of carrying her across that threshold since the day she first looked at me like I might be more than a broken man with a guitar.

She wraps her arms around my neck, her head tucked close, and I breathe her in as I carry her toward the front steps. Her dress shifts against me, satin gliding over my arm, and I can still taste her on my lips. I swear I could live off that taste. I’d wearit like a badge. Like proof that she let me touch that part of her soul.

The door clicks open and we’re inside my home, but now it feels like ours. Everything’s quieter, darker, more intimate than before. The night wraps around us, warm and electric, full of promise.

“I’ll never forget the way you looked in that limo,” I murmur against her temple as I carry her down the hallway. “The way you came apart for me. Every sound you made, every breath…” My throat tightens at the memory. “It wrecked me in the best damn way.”

Her fingers tighten around my neck.

“You taste like sin and heaven all at once,” I continue, voice low, rough with everything I haven’t said yet. “And I could spend the rest of my life chasing that taste.”

She shivers in my arms, her breath catching, and it only feeds the fire roaring inside me.

But I don’t rush. Not now.

I carry her slowly, deliberately, holding her like something precious—because she is. Every step closer to my bedroom is one I take with care. Because this isn’t only about lust, or need, not anymore. Not even close.

I’m not just taking her to my bed.

I’m bringing her into my life.

Into my heart.

And there’s no going back from this.

I ascend the stairs, feeling the heat of her sweet body against my own, hardly able to believe that this goddess is in my arms. At the top of the stairs, I hesitate, wondering if I should give her the choice of her room or mine but I want her in my bed too badly. I need her scent on my pillow, the image of her splayed out on my bed.

Laney’s nails scratch through the short hair at my nape and I fight the shiver of need it causes to run through my dick. Everything this woman does is like a shot of pure lust to my bloodstream.

Placing her on the bed, her hair fans around her as I loom over her, my arms on either side of her hips, pinning her in place.

She leans up on her elbows as I study her, the need in her eyes matching the fire in my veins. My voice comes out low and rough, thick with everything I feel for her.

“I want to fuck you hard and fast until neither of us can see straight,” I growl, unable to hold back the hunger any longer. “Then I want to kiss every delectable inch of you and worship you like you deserve until there are no doubts in your beautiful eyes about how damn special you are and what you mean to me.”

The way she looks at me when I say it—it sends a jolt straight through me. I can practically feel the heat ripple off her, the way her body reacts to my words like I’ve touched her without even laying a hand on her. Her breath quickens, her nipples tighten beneath the thin fabric of her dress and the tension between us crackles like a live wire.

Her tongue flicks out to wet her bottom lip and I groan, my control on a razor’s edge for this woman. Then she undoes me when she whispers, “Yes,” and it’s all I need. That one word coils around my control and snaps it clean in half.