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For days, he’d been struggling not to claim her the way his body urged him to. To allow her the time and space to process the heavy weight of the situation she was dealing with.

Truth was, he didn’t know how much longer he could be a gentleman.

The dark tendrils of lust had been crawling through his core every time he thought about Meadow. Her beauty was only part of her allure. Her naughty side added to it, but it wasn’t all of who Meadow Gracey was either.

She was so much deeper.

She was his.

When she climbed off the stool and held out a hand to him, he saw the passion in the plump set of her lips and the tilt of her head.

Slipping his hand into hers, he walked alongside her to her bedroom.

They didn’t make it two steps inside the room before she was in his arms, her mouth on his.

A low groan rumbled up his throat, raw and unchecked. With a swipe of his tongue, he tasted her. Her natural sweetness and the soda she’d drank hit his senses, along with underlying notes of desire.

She wound her arms around his neck, and flattened her breasts against his chest, rubbed her hips against the bulge in his jeans, as she kissed and kissed him.

He had to stop. She didn’t need him in her bed—she needed rest and reprieve.

Slowly, he inched away from her and took a step back.

She advanced on him, giving him a once-over like he was a delicious steak and she, a hungry predator.

“Colton…don’t you want me?”

“Fuck, baby. More than anything.”

“Then don’t try to deny me. I need you more than ever.”

Her quiet tone, so filled with desire and the notes of pure love, edged under his skin and into his mind. It penetrated his soul.

Reaching out, he snagged her around the waist and yanked her against him again. A soft moan of desire exploded from her, and she went on tiptoes to capture his mouth.

As she nibbled his lips, he ran his hands upward from her waist to cup her breasts. The tips sharpened beneath his palms, through the layers of her top and bra.

Lifting her, he turned for the bed. He lowered her to the mattress, and his body between her legs. She wrapped her ankles around his back and rocked into his erection.

“Take me, Colton! I need you so bad.” She skidded her palms down his abs to his belt. Popping the buckle, she looked into his eyes, holding his gaze while she breached his fly.

With a groan, he dropped his lips to her throat and sucked at the tender flesh behind her ear. When she grasped his cock in her silky-soft hand, he issued a groan.

She pumped his cock once, from root to tip. The bead of precum she milked from him didn’t last long because she swiped her thumb over the tip and spread it over the throbbing head.

“Jesus Christ, baby. I need inside you.”

“Then take me. Now. Fill me with your cock!”

Two pumps and he’d be a goner. No way was he leaving her without pleasure.

He kissed her with all the force of his desire. Only when she was gasping for air did he let up—and strip her.

When she was naked in the middle of the bed, he went down between her legs and settled his tongue in her slick folds.

A sharp cry escaped her. She dug her fingers into his hair and twisted the strands as he lapped a path from bottom to top, circling her clit in a slow, lazy motion before delving his tongue in her soaking wet entrance again.

Her hips bucked in his palms. Her pussy walls gripped at his tongue. As he felt the tension in her muscles grow, he doubled his efforts. Licking her clit in slick sweeps, he plunged two fingers deep in her core.