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She shrugged casually, but I saw the pulse thudding against her neck. I watched the way her tongue slicked out to coat her lips. “Sorry to crush your spirits, but I did all the work. You just sat there. Kind of like a pillow would.”

“I was.”

“Weren’t.”

“Was.”

“Weren’t.”

“Was,” I growled, reaching the end of my patience.

She giggled. “Were—”

My lips crashed down on hers, stopping the childish argument. A small part of me knew how fucking stupid this all was. I’d pushed her away, made decisions, gone on dates I didn’t want to, all to make sure she stayed away. And here we were, kissing because I had to make a point that I was some caveman.

I was an idiot.

But I didn’t care much when her soft lips were under mine. I didn’t care how much I was screwing all my hard work up when she pressed her breasts against my chest and moaned. I didn’t care as her tongue tentatively snuck out to touch my lips.

I opened and the rich plum flavor of her wine exploded in my mouth. I brushed my tongue against hers and explored every inch, tasted every part of her. I buried my hand in her hair and controlled her, moving her where I wanted to gain better access.

Her hands gripped my shoulders as I pressed her back to the couch where she spread her legs to fit me between them. Thinking of nothing other than making her come, my hand slipped past her breast and down her body. I lifted just enough to work my hand under the thin pajama pants she wore.

“Has anyone touched you here?” I asked, my fingers lightly skimming over her damp panties.

“No,” she confessed breathlessly.

I watched her eyes as I pulled the material aside and exposed her. I fought to keep from leaning back on my haunches and pulling her pants down to look at her pussy. Instead, I felt my way, groaning when my fingers encountered smooth wet skin.

“You shave.” She lifted one shoulder and looked away, but I gripped her chin and made her look at me. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s sexy. It makes me want to touch it all.”

To prove my point I flattened my hand and cupped her, rubbing the smooth skin. Her gasp went straight down my spine to my balls like an electric shock.

“I did it for the hotel and just kept up with it since.”

“I like it,” I growled against her neck.

Using my middle finger, I dipped between the lips of her pussy and dragged it up until I brushed her hard bud, circling the moisture around and around. She arched her back and whimpered. Moving back to her entrance, I collected more moisture before slowly easing a finger inside. Oh my fuck, she was tight. She would squeeze my cock like a vise.

I pushed in and out, bringing my thumb to her clit. Her eyes widened before squeezing shut. When her mouth fell open on a moan, I latched on, eating every sound of pleasure from her lips.

Again and again, I penetrated her with just one finger, occasionally swirling around her nub until her juices were running down my hand.

“Listen,” I demanded. I pushed in hard and moved my finger, wet sounds reaching our ears.

She moved her hands to cover her face, but I pulled them back.

“Don’t hide. I love that you’re so wet I can hear you. I want to hear it all, so make sure you scream when I finally let you come.”

Her chest heaved, drawing my eyes to her breasts rising up against her cami. “Has anyone seen these?” I asked, still slowly moving my finger in and out. She shook her head and that caveman feeling came roaring back, demanding I be the first. Just one more thing I could be the first on. Just one more. “Show me.”

With shaking hands she gripped the top of her shirt and tugged down, until two beautiful mounds spilled free, her light pink nipples pulling tight into hard buds. I wanted to lean down and suck them into my mouth, but I settled with just watching.

“Beautiful,” I groaned. “I want to taste them, bite them, mark them as mine. But I’ll save that first for someone else.”

She opened her mouth to argue and I stopped her by pressing my lips to hers, really working my fingers over her. Her whimpers grew to moans. Her core squeezed tight and a rush of wetness flooded her smooth pussy.

“Erik. Yes.”

Goose bumps prickled across my skin at hearing her groan my name. I almost came in my pants when I imagined how tight she’d squeeze my cock.

When her core finally stopped spasming, I eased my finger from her and brought it to my lips, sucking as much of her off as I could. She was sweet and tangy and delicious. I shouldn’t have done it because it made her all the more tempting. Tasting her from my hand made me crave to taste her directly from the source.