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Blue’s fingers curled into the sides of her panties, then peeled the scrap of lace out of his way. He shifted as he tugged them down her legs, then tossed them aside.
She thought she said his name, but she couldn’t hear herself over the racket of her own heartbeat and her raw, desperate breathing, so loud she worried she might wake up the neighbors.
But she knew Blue was laughing, because she could feel it when he pressed a kiss to one hip bone. The way his mouth curved. The way his big body shook with delight.
“Hold on, baby,” he told her.
Everly heard that. And she thought the way he saidbabymight throw her over the edge, right there and then. She felt herself tremble, so hard and deep it made her throat feel tight.
Blue laughed again, then moved lower on the couch, wedging his shoulders more securely between her outstretched legs.
Then he leaned forward and set his mouth between her legs.
And everything...lit up.
She was on fire. His mouth was hot, masterful, and sure, and Everly couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t take it—
And she couldn’t get enough.
Blue licked into her, and she lost herself. She felt too hot to bear. She rocked against him, lifting her hips toward his mouth like an offering. He wrapped his arms around her hips, and she didn’t know if he was moving her or she was moving herself, rocking herself against his clever mouth in a kind of blistering rush, lost in the wild sensation stampeding through her, flinging her arms up over her face as she began to fall—
And too quickly, too easily, she shattered into a thousand pieces, all of them ablaze.
She didn’t know how long she lost herself out there, too many pieces thrown too far apart. Too much fire, not enough breath.
Too much need and longing wringing her dry where she lay.
When she came back into herself, she was still naked on the couch. Blue was crouched there beside her, as if he’d been rummaging in that bag of his.
His gaze met hers and held, dark and unyielding, and, God, she loved how uncompromising he was. Even now.
“Sorry,” she managed to get out, smiling at him. She reached out and fit her hand to his remarkable face. “I think I died.”
And she watched that ruthlessness in him soften, just the slightest bit, right there before her.
“Not yet,” Blue drawled. And this time, when his mouth curved, she felt as if it were wired to different parts of her body. Her mouth, certainly. And better yet, that tender place between her legs that seemed to have a heartbeat all its own. “Want to see what we can do about that?”
She couldn’t seem to keep herself from smiling wider.
Blue tossed something on the coffee table, then stripped off the athletic pants he’d been wearing. Everly hardly had time to admire him the way she wanted to, tall and sculpted to ferocious perfection.
But then she didn’t care, because he was settling himself between her legs again, and that was better. That was everything.
She could feel him, huge and hot, against her hip.
“Blue... ,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
Everly smoothed her hands over the parts of his wide back that she could reach. “I just did.” She smiled at him again and thought the smiling might break her face in two. But she couldn’t seem to mind. “You. I just want you.”
He made a noise that on another man she might have called desperate. But from Blue, it was like music to her ears.
And then he was kissing her again, deeper this time. Rougher and hotter, and somehow sweeter for it.
She wound herself around him, and for a long time, lifetimes maybe, they explored each other. Red-hot and breathless, there in the dark.
And when they were both shaking, he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the foil packet he’d dropped there. He ripped it open with his teeth, sheathed himself with a single, practiced movement, and then, finally, held himself there at the entrance to her body.