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Needing to see her face, I rose over her, adoring the woman beneath me.

“You’re a beast in bed.” She purred and cupped my face, yanking my mouth to hers, and kissed me like a lioness in heat.

Our tongues collided in a seductive tango. She sucked my tongue while her nails scored down my back. I craved the bite of her nails on my skin. She was branding me with her signature.

“My cock is begging to be inside you.”

“I’m waiting.” She nipped at my lip, opening her thighs wider.

I rose from my position between her thighs and clasped my throbbing cock, stroking it.

She stared at me, her lips opened, and she swiped her bottom lip with her tongue. I wanted her mouth on me, but that had to wait. I wanted to come inside her tonight.

I reached for a condom in my wallet, which was in my pants pocket on the floor. With swiftness, I rolled on the condom and paused a moment to take in her beauty. The sated look, the swollen lips from my kiss, the full breasts still pebbled from arousal, and the alluring center with the swollen bud painted her a goddess in bed.

I positioned the crown of my cock at her entrance and teased her.

“Don’t be mean,” she said.

I plunged into her and watched her face. She let out a groan as her muscles tightened around me.

Tonight meant more to me than I could ever explain. Beneath me was a woman who had been present on the day my mother died. She’d seen me injured on the ground and had offered her T-shirt to help me. Because of me, she’d developed a trauma that still haunted her. I’d do everything in my power to heal that part of her. With each thrust, I wanted to erase her pain and fill her with love and wonder.

She tightened her inner channel, and I drove in harder, the pressure intensifying with every second. “Look at me.”

Our eyes connected and held. I pumped and pumped, watching the pleasure play out on her face.

“You’re a wild animal, Forrest.” She moaned, arching her hips into me. “I love it.”

With one mighty thrust, the tension snapped, and the orgasm exploded and ricocheted through me. It tore me into a million pieces of blissful agony of wanting more.Holy fuck.The growl that came out sounded like a wild beast. I’d never made that kind of barbaric sound before.

My body trembled as she smiled with darkened eyes. I took a few moments to gather my brain cells. When my body connected to other parts of me, I brushed the beads of sweat from her face and kissed her on the forehead. I pulled out and rushed into the bathroom to clean up.

I brought her a towel to clean her up, and she smirked. “Definitely a beast.”

Tossing the towel aside, I gathered her into my arms. “You bring out the beast in me. How are you feeling?”

“A lot better, thank you.” She rested her head on my shoulder, and warmth blossomed in me.

We stayed in bed chatting about mostly nothing. This was new to me. I didn’t enjoy conversation with other women I’d been with and usually fell asleep after the deed was done. But with Kiera, I wanted more of her. To understand her.

I discovered she loved to eat strawberries and chocolate ice cream. Her favorite color was green, and she loved to watch romantic movies and weird documentaries. And of course, Chococat.

I didn’t understand why we hadn’t connected sooner. Perhaps that was how the universe worked. We all had our own lives to live, and certain things occurred at their own time. She’d been busy with her endeavors and I with mine. I’d suppressedmy attraction to her because I knew she dated male supermodels.How pathetic was that?

As though understanding my thoughts, she looked up at me and tugged at my hair. “I’ve only seen you with short hair before. Why the long hair now?”

I sniffed her hair.Christ.What was wrong with me? When had I cared about the smell of hair? Kiera had a scent I loved.

“So you’ve noticed me.” I played with a lock of her long, brown hair.

“Of course, I have.” Her hand slid down to my abdomen, kneading it. “But I knew your type. You’ve only dated nurses, doctors, or girls from wealthy families. I’m none of those. But I enjoy looking at pretty things, and that’s what I did.”

“You preferred male models. Most of them have long hair,” I confessed.

She blinked, sat up in bed, and dragged the sheet to cover herself. I smiled at the modesty given what I’d just done to her.

“You grew your hair out forme?” She studied me keenly. “Really?”