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My lips fasten on her clit, sucking in the plump tissue as hard as I can and using my tongue to flick and rub it while my fingers increase in speed and intensity. I’m on the clock, I remind myself. I want to make her come, but I want to be her fucking god as I do. I want her crying out my name, thinking of only me, craving me like nothing and no one ever has before.

I need that from her. I need that connection. It’s a force that has my blood thrashing in my veins and my lips and tongue and teeth and fingers owning every inch of her cunt. Her back arches, and her bad hand is above her head while the other holds onto my hair for dear life.

She’s fucking up into me so hard now, her hips undulating, keeping pace with my fingers and mouth. It’s messy and loud and bloody spectacular.

Especially when she starts to come.

Her face twists to the side, catching part of the pillow, but it’s no use. Her cries fill the room as I bring her to the edge and then over it, my tongue relentless, my fingers pressing deep inside her. Her body trembles, and her nails dig into my scalp as she shatters, calling my name just as I needed her to in that breathless voice that drives me mad.

She collapses back with a sated, happy smile, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and give myself this moment to take in the lines of her. To absorb the enormity of what I’m about to do and what it could possibly mean, not just for myself or while we’re on the island, but for my life.

I don’t get involved with women, and while fucking doesn’t necessarily lead to that, I can’t imagine it going any other way with Keegan. I told the social workers that I love her, and while I don’t know if that’s the full truth of it, the thought of this with her rattles the breath from my lungs.

Before I can fall too deep down the black hole, Keegan’s dazzling green eyes pop open and find me. Her smile grows, and my chest clenches tight. Trying to dispel this feeling, I crawl back over her and capture her mouth in a searing kiss, making sure she tastes herself on me.

“I want to touch you,” she demands, her hands roaming over my chest and abs already, but it’s not enough for my tenaciouslittle redhead. I roll us over until she’s on top of me, her legs spread wide and her cunt showing me the world I’m desperate to enter. Without thought, I reach down and start playing with the hard nub of her clit, making her moan and rock against my abs. The wet heat of her pussy on me like this has my cock leaking, desperate for her.

Her mouth is fire on my skin as she licks around my nipple and trails along my chest, her hair tickling me as she does. It feels so fucking good for a moment all I can do is lie here and enjoy it. I can’t speak or move or anything. I’m all sensation. My hands wrap up the long strands of her hair, holding them on top of her head so I can see her pretty face.

She drags down me, playing, teasing, torturing me as I did with her, but when she hits the elastic of my briefs, I freeze, making her do the same. Her curious green eyes flash up to mine.

“Condoms,” I manage. “I don’t have any. I wasn’t planning… I told you this wouldn’t…”

“Do you trust me?” she asks, and the question floors me if for no other reason than my answer is immediate and obvious when it’s never been either before with that question.

“Yes,” I tell her, dragging my fingers along her face and through her hair, bringing her back to me because I have to kiss her. “I trust you.” A shudder runs through me, visibly making me shake.

“I trust you too,” she tells me, her eyes and lips layered with mine. “I have an IUD. I am an obstetrician, so no shocker there. I’ve also been tested.”

“I’ve never…” I can’t seem to finish my sentences. It’s as if she’s stealing my wind and words. “Not ever.” Which is why it’s a wonder I have Fen. “But I’ve been tested too.”

Her fingers trickle up my face. “No condom?”

My chest squeezes like it’s in a vise. “No condom.”

And now I’m dizzy. I don’t know if it’s from lack of oxygen or excitement or fear. All I know is now I’m uncaged. Unhinged. I flip her back over, rip off my briefs, and bring her thighs up around my waist because I want to see her face up close when I enter her like this for the first time.

I take my cock by the root, her eyes glazed and heavy as she watches me, locked in on my throbbing cock as it plays with her opening. Leaning in, I capture her lips with a fervent kiss, tasting the delicate sweetness of cherry-like flesh and savoring the electric anticipation that surges through me like a consuming wildfire. Drawing back so I can watch her eyes, I enter her in one smooth, hard thrust that rips a low, throaty moan from her and sends shivers cascading down my spine.

“Fuck,” I hiss raggedly, bloody stars dancing behind my eyes. It’s never felt like this. Not ever. Her pussy is magic. “Keegan.” Pant. “You’re so.” Fuck! “So fucking tight, love.”

“That’s because you’re so big. Like really freaking big, Loomis.”

Oh. I clear my vision and lock on her face, my hand on her cheek. “Am I hurting you, darling?”

“No. Yes. I don’t even know. It’s that place right in between.”

“Just breathe. I’ll go slow.”

I drag myself almost all the way out and rock back in, pushing up as I do and going until I can’t anymore. Until I’m as deep inside of her as I can be. I watch her face and do it again, marveling at how her jaw opens and her eyes roll back. So. Fucking. Gorgeous. And she feels so fucking good.

I must say it aloud because she smiles up at me before she pulls me by the back of the head and drags my mouth down to hers. Sweat slicks our bodies as we move together, every stroke drawing out moans that reverberate through the room. I whisper her name against her lips as I stroke into it, loving how she clingsto me and fucks me back like she needs it as much as I do. Like it feels just as good for her, if not better.

And it needs to. There is no other alternative.

With that, with her all around me and me inside of her, I get lost. My hips piston and I pump harder, fucking her like a relentless beast. A madman. The bed is moving in time with us. The heavy wood beams of the four-poster frame bang into the wall like an exclamation point with each driving thrust I give her.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god,” she cries, hiking her legs up higher along my hips and throwing one over my shoulder. She’s getting close. I can see it and feel it, and fuck all if I’m not nearly there too. My jaw clenches, and my arse cheeks clench as I try to hold off. Try to savor this moment and make sure my girl gets there before I do.