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“Yes, you are, you caveman.” My laughter grows. “And you’re lucky I’m not the same, because after what you just did to me, I know for certain that I’m not your first.”
He rolls his eyes, his cheeks flaring a hot red.
“Are you like this with all girls? Or do you only do it with virgins?”
With a pained wince, he shakes his head.
“Then what’s your problem?”
He huffs, his jaw clenching as he rolls the condom over his dick. I sit up on my elbows so I can give him a pointed look. He spits the condom packet onto the floor and grumbles, “I guess I’ve never wanted a girl just for me before. The thought of anyone else touching you makes me…” He shakes his head, clenching his jaw. “I know! I’m a hypocrite! A total bastard, but I just?—
“Carson.” I sit forward, slapping my hand over his mouth while my heart does this insane dance in my chest. Does he have any idea what he’s saying to me? He’s practically calling me the one!
Holy shit! Holy shit!
Stay calm, Nylah.
Brushing my teeth across my bottom lip, I’m grateful my heart is hidden behind my breast, because it’s beating so fast and strong, I’m surprised it’s not jumping right out of my rib cage. With a little effort, I manage to keep my voice smooth and easy. “I’m all yours, okay? So hurry up and take me already.”
Wriggling my eyebrows at him, I flop back down onto my pillow and beckon him with my fingers.
“This kitten needs you, hot stuff.”
“I’m not loving ‘hot stuff.’” He moves over me, carrying his weight on arms that are yummy enough to start munching on. I love his body so damn much. It’s so strong and sexy and?—
Letting out a quivering breath, I curl my arms around his neck and pull him over me. “I’ll just have to settle for ‘caveman,’ then.”
“I don’t lo?—”
I cut off his complaints with my tongue, sliding it into his mouth and sealing us together. His moan is delicious, as is the way his hips start grinding against me. The heat between us swiftly builds and I’ve gotta have him. Like now.
Reaching between my legs, I wrap my fingers around his cock. A thrill whistles through me, anticipation skipping with glee as I line him up between my folds.
“You sure?” he quickly checks between kisses.
“So sure,” I only just manage before he’s gliding into me.
He takes it easy, slow, tender nudges that pulse up to my core, overtaking my senses until I can do nothing but raise my hips and meet that final push.
His moan vibrates right through me, and I splay my hands over his back, holding him close, just wanting to soak in this perfect moment for a second.
And then he’s moving again. Sliding in and out of me, his thrusts growing more powerful as our bodies adjust to each other. He’s made for me. I can sense this right down to my soul. The way we fit together is perfect.
I open my eyes, stealing a glimpse of the side of his face. He buries his head, pressing his cheek against mine, grinding and panting, thrusting and moaning. My heart continues to thunder, my body responding to his every move.
He’s filling every part of me, taking me over, taking me out.
I’m here for all of it.
When he rises up to his hands, I grip his forearms, exploring his taut, tense muscles as he drives into me. I raise my hips, meeting his every thrust and crying out when that heat starts to bloom inside me again. He feels so good, I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I can feel myself coming all over again, my insides tensing, gripping, flailing…
Pressing my head back into the pillow, I arch my neck and revel in the flood of energy passing through me. Passing between us.
He grunts, picking up his pace like I’ve just injected his veins with NOS.
Pounding me like a piston, his body gyrates over mine—smooth, long strokes, the friction enough to start an inferno.