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She lifts her chin, defiant but breathing a little too fast.

"That flush on your cheeks? The way your chest is rising like you just ran a mile?" I trail my fingers lightly down the front of her shirt. "And don’t even get me started on what’s pressing against this fabric, practically begging me to notice."

Her lips part, but she doesn’t say a word.

"Yeah," I murmur, brushing my thumb just beneath her collarbone, "I know exactly what you want."

She surges forward and grabs my shirt, pulling me down into a kiss that hits like a match to gasoline. There’s nothing careful about it. It’s just heat, hunger, and the kind of raw want that makes you forget everything else. Her hands are in my hair and I kiss her back just as hard, pushing into her until the only thing I can feel is her body, her mouth, her fire.

God, this girl. I press her down against the bed, hovering over her as I kiss her deeper, my tongue thrashing with hers, until we’re both breathing like we just finished a sprint.

I pull back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Let’s get naked.”

She grins like she’s been waiting for that line all night. I yank off all my clothes in one rough, eager motion and fall back onto the bed, bare and ready, with a cocky grin. "Your turn."

She starts slow, pulling her top over her head with a little shimmy that makes my blood roar. Her jeans come next, hips swaying as she peels them down her legs. She tosses them at me, and I catch them without breaking eye contact.

She’s down to her bra and panties, and holy hell, I’m gone. I prop myself up on my elbows, stroking myself slowly as I watch her with hooded eyes. "You have no idea what you do to me," I growl, my voice rough with need.

With a sultry smile, she unhooks her bra and lets it fall. My eyes are glued to every teasing move, every curve she reveals. Then she hooks her thumbs into her panties, dragging them down slowly, putting on a show just for me.

I growl, low and primal. "You’re gonna kill me."

She climbs onto the bed with a wicked grin. "Good. Then die happy."

Before I know it she takes my length in both her hands and strokes me without breaking eye contact.

I think I'm about to explode!

To keep myself from finishing before I get started, I flip her over and kiss her again, deeper this time, more deliberate. Then I start to move lower. Her neck. Her collarbone. Her chest. Her stomach.

"You like teasing," I murmur against her skin, "but so do I."

I kiss my way down her stomach, lingering at her hips, and glance up with a wicked smile. "Tell me you want this," I murmur, my fingers already sliding lower, teasing just above the place that’s flushed and hot for me. "Because your cheeks say yes, your breathing screams yes… and what’s pressing against my hand right now? That’s begging for it, sweetheart."

She writhes beneath me, breathless, impatient. "Nate..."

I finally give her what she wants. Soft, slow strokes with my tongue that make her hips lift off the bed. I build her up, thenback off, then build again, keeping her just on the edge until she’s shaking.

When I finally let her fall, it’s with a cry that shoots straight to my core.

I rise up and grab a condom from my wallet on the nightstand. Her eyes are on me as I slide it on. Still breathing heavy. Still glowing.

I climb over her and kiss her hard, lining myself up and pressing inside slowly, inch by inch.

She gasps and clutches at my back.

"Deeper. Keep going.”

I move over her, taking my time, letting her feel everything. She wraps her legs around me, urging me deeper.

We find a rhythm that makes her cry out again. And then, just when I feel her tightening around me, I flip her onto her stomach and guide her up onto her knees.

“Nate,” she breathes. “Oh my God…”

I thrust into her from behind, gripping her hips and groaning her name like a prayer. She moans, wild and breathless, until she unravels for the second time.

I pull her up against my chest and turn us again, laying back so she’s on top.