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Before she can even finish the thought, I crash my mouth down on hers in a kiss so fierce, so fucking intense, I know I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. We’re lost in it instantly—teeth clashing, tongues tangling, hands roaming like we can’t get close enough, fast enough.

The need to feel her skin, hot and bare against mine, burns through me like wildfire. My hand finds her breast, full and soft beneath my palm, and the sound she makes—moaning into mymouth—nearly undoes me. Every inch of her drives me crazy, and I can’t get enough.

Her moan vibrates through me, raw and addictive, and I need more—I have to feel all of her. My hands trail down, finding the edge of her dress, fingers trembling with a restraint I’m barely holding onto.

“Off,” I murmur against her lips, voice rough as I begin to tug the fabric up over her thighs. She lifts her body without hesitation, and I peel the dress from her, slow enough to take her in, fast enough to feed the ache clawing through me.

I toss the dress towards a chair, forgotten, and she lays back regarding me with hunger in her eyes. Lying on my bed like a goddess—in a black lace thong, nipples hard tight buds making my mouth water—breathtaking—and, for a second, all I can do is look. My chest tightens with something deeper than lust, something dangerous.

“You’re unreal,” I breathe, hands moving over her now-exposed skin, savoring every inch like it’s sacred.

I step back just enough to see her—lips parted, eyes dark and hungry as they roam over me like she’s already got me stripped bare in her mind. And I want to give her that.

I shrug off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought. Her gaze follows every movement like it’s a striptease meant just for her, and maybe it is. Then I unbutton my shirt, one by one, each flick of my fingers dragging her deeper into the moment. Her eyes burn into me, devouring every inch of exposed skin as I finally pull the shirt free and toss it aside.

I stand there for a beat, bare-chested under her gaze, and the way she’s looking at me? Like she’s starving? Her eyes taking in the dark ink on my skin.

It makes my blood thunder.

Bending, I trail my lips along her cheek, down her neck, as my hands glide over the swell of her heavy breast. Fuck, she makes me want to come in my pants like a teenage boy. My palm moves in a light circle over her peaked nipple, her body arching into mine, trying to get closer.

Between her moans, she breathes out, “I’ve thought about this a thousand times, dreamt of it,” and fuck if that doesn’t light me up from the inside out.

Her mouth is on me, soft lips pressing heated kisses across my chest, and I can feel the heat in every touch. I bend, trail my mouth down her neck, tasting her skin as she trembles beneath me, nipping at her throat, her clavicle, until I finally take her nipple between my lips and tease it, slow and deliberate. The sound she makes—it’s wrecking.

She’s burning up in my arms, nails digging into my back as she grabs a fistful of my ass, and I groan into her skin, needing her like air. When she gasps my name—“Eddie”—it hits me like a punch to the gut.

I lift my head, lock eyes with her, my voice thick with want. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

Her voice comes out low and rough, meeting my intensity head-on. “I want you now. We can do slow later. I want you inside me, now.”

Fuck. That does something to me—lights a fire I don’t even try to control. I don’t wait for permission; I’m already moving. I stand, stripping off my pants and boxers in one motion, her eyes locked on me, devouring the sight of my aching length like she’s already feeling it inside her.

In a heartbeat, I’m lifting her—hands firm under her hips, dragging that tiny thong down her legs and tossing it aside like it’s in the way of something sacred.

Then I’m between her thighs, fitting perfectly in the cradle of her body, her heat wrapping around me as I press her down beneath me, skin on skin, chest to chest.

I kiss her—hard. Like I’m trying to pour everything I feel into her mouth, like I need her to know there’s no going back. It’s messy, desperate, real, and, when we break apart, she’s breathless. So am I.

Before I can even catch my breath, I shift us, rolling her until she’s straddling my hips, her warmth pressing against me in all the right ways.

“Pass me a condom from the drawer,” I murmur, my voice thick with need.

She leans forward, and I take the chance to run my hand down the elegant curve of her spine, tracing her skin all the way to that perfect ass. I can feel her shiver under my touch, and damn, it makes my cock twitch, knowing she’s just as wound up as I am.

She opens the drawer, and I see her pause when she finds the unopened XXL box. That little hitch in her breath? That’s all mine. She hands it to me, hands trembling, eyes dark and full of heat.

I tear into the box fast, my need way past the point of patience, pulling out a strip of foil packets. I rip one free and toss the rest on the bed, shooting her a look as I raise a brow.

“For later,” I say, my voice low and certain. “Because once won’t ever be enough with you.”

Her head falls back, lips parted, and I watch her watching me as I roll the condom over my length, thick and throbbing, ready for her. The air between us is electric, every inch of my skin alive with anticipation.

Taking my cock in my fist, I run the sensitive crown through her wet, soaked pussy, bumping against her clit with every pass. My restraint is on a knife edge, but I want her there on theprecipice with me. I swipe my thumb along her soaked pussy and, keeping her eyes on me, suck the digit into my mouth, savoring the honeyed taste of her desire. Fuck, she slays me. When I know she’s on the edge, I move my cock to her opening and wait for her to take the lead, though it kills me to do so, but I need this to be her decision.

She hovers above me, thighs trembling slightly as she lines herself up, and I grip her hips, steadying her, guiding her. Our eyes lock, and the look on her face—lust, trust, a flicker of nerves—hits me hard.

“Hey,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “You okay, baby?”