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“God, no,” she breathed, pulling herself into a seated position. “I wanna take your pants off.”

I barked out a surprised laugh, heat flushing across my face at her honesty. She didn’t wait before she tugged at the waistband of my jeans. The cute little sounds of frustration that slipped through her pout sent ripples of amusement through me, and I kissed her again.

Because suddenly Icould.

I didn’t want to think about anything else. My underwear slipped off with my pants and she lay back down, pulling me with her with a satisfied giggle.

Lying like that, on our sides and facing one another, she dragged gentle fingers through my hair. There was no heat in the movement, none of it sexually charged.

It was like she did it because she could.

With one arm wrapped around the back of my neck, she kissed me deep, slow, while her free hand trailed down the length of my naked body. She hummed, wedging her knee between my thighs and pulling away from my lips for a moment.

She looked at me, her eyes so, so dark, as she sucked her middle and ring fingers into her mouth, before slipping them between my thighs.

My entire body buckled at that one touch, my face hot with shame at the sound that escaped my throat.

But Mia’s lips were quick to chase after mine, muffling the soft sighs and hiding her own as well. Hitching my knee on her hip, I pulled her closer, my hand aching to feel the warmth of her vagina again.

“Oh, shit,” she sighed, rolling her hips forward into my palm, my fingers knuckle deep inside her.

She buried her face in my neck, her teeth grazing and tugging at the skin there, her hips rocking back and forth on my hand.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured, her breath a brand against my collar bones.

“I won’t,” I murmured, my lips brushing along the shell of her ear. “Keep going.”

Almost in defiance, she slipped another finger inside my vagina and pressed her thumb to my clit, the sudden pressure overwhelming enough that I saw stars for a split-second.

Maybe it was the exhaustion riding us both, or the torrential storm of emotions holding us on the very edge, but all it took was one last drag of her fingers inside me to send me toppling off the edge.

Clinging to her shoulders, I fought to keep my moans quiet, my own fingers coaxing her pleasure closer and closer until she shattered around me. If kissing her for the first time, for real, had been bliss, then watching her body quiver as she came was an entirely separate experience.

We came down together, ignoring our slick fingers and kissing softly, slowly.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep, or which of us fell asleep first, but despite the sand and sweat, I hadn’t slept quite so well in ages.

Somewhere in the room, my alarm blared, screaming for attention.

I blinked my eyes open, immediately aware of the overwhelming heat encompassing me.

“Oh shit,” I murmured, my face squished against something warm and soft. As gently as I could, I lifted my head off of Mia’s bare chest, wrenching my eyes away from the dark splotches I’d left behind just a few hours before. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Mia was still sound asleep, her lips slightly parted, the little dent that usually lived between her brows completely gone. She looked so beautiful, so unguarded.

Nothing like the hellhound who helped me run my businesses.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest as my brain suffocated me with memories of our night together. From dancing together on some secluded beach, to stumbling up to the rooms, tired and a little drunk on the night life.

I’d fucked Mia.

I slipped out of her hold, careful not to wake her, and tiptoed to the adjacent bathroom. I closed and shut the door behind me and glared at myself in the mirror.

“Fucking hell, Mia.”

My collar bone bore a ringlet of small, deep red spots, some encircled by what were very obviously teeth marks. I gingerly pressed my fingertips to one of the marks and hissed, arousal pooling low in my gut in immediate response.

What the hell had I done?