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“Not at all. Well, I mean, you are a freak, but not in the context you are asking.”

She slaps my shoulder, our dinners long forgotten, sitting on the counters. “Asshole.”

I chuckle when I grab her wrist before she slaps me again. “Seriously, being a freak isn’t a problem. It’s healthy to explore things you desire with your partner. You might find you don’t like it or find you love it.” I shrug my shoulders. “Only one way to find out.”

Pushing my stool back, I stand up, pulling her up with me. “Are you ready?”

She licks her lips. “More than ready.”

Chapter 27

Aspen

My heart is racing as I follow behind Warrick into his bedroom. A room I’ve never seen before but dreamed of long nights tangled in the sheets together. The muscles along his toned back shift with each step we take as I try to settle my anxiousness. All the years of dreaming of this moment are finally coming to a head and I’m not sure what emotion I feel the most right now. I just hope I don’t fuck this up with my inexperience. I know he said it won’t bother him, but I don’t want him to hate this with me.

He glances over his shoulder at me with a smile playing across his lips. I want to know what he is thinking about. Is he as nervous as I am? Is he as worried about this not being as good as I am?

He pushes his bedroom door open with his arm as he moves to the side to allow me to pass. The deep earthy tones of his walls with the wood accents give this room the feel of being in the woods. His enormous bed is the centerpiece of the room, with the thick wood frame holding the mattress off the floor. End tables with simple copper lamps on each side frame the bed. It’s very masculine, clean, and cozy. It’s very him.

His body closes in on my back before he whispers, “Is it how you imagined it?”

“Yes,” I whisper back.

“Hmm,” he mutters as he walks around me. “What have you imagined doing in here, I wonder?”

“Lots of things,” the words keep coming out in a whisper.

He runs his finger down my neck as my eyes watch him. Following the swell of my breast, he pinches my hardening nipple between his forefinger and middle finger. My teeth press into my lip as the pain elicits a moan from me.

“What was the most common one?” he asks as his fingers trail down my cami to the hem before sliding under it.

My breath hitches when his fingers touch my stomach and gently run back up. The cool air of the room moves across my skin, adding to the goosebumps already popping up along my skin. Breaths pant out of me as I watch his hands move under my shirt closer and closer.

“Rose…” he calls to me.

My eyes snap to his, where he is waiting for something.

“I asked you a question.”

“I, uh...” I say. My mouth is dry from the sawing breaths. Swallowing to wet my mouth, I try again. “I always fantasized holding on to the headboard while I rode you. The sheets bunched around my hips as our bodies dripped sweat. My nipples pinched between your fingers as I gripped your forearms.”

“Ah, I’m seeing a trend here. I think I can get behind it,” he mumbles as he lifts my cami, revealing my lace bra beneath it. His fingers brush across my hardened nipples as he continues to pull the cami up. “Lift your arms up, Rose,” he demands.

I do as he says, and his fingers trail up the sides of my arms as he pulls it past my face. I watch as he throws the cami to the ground over his shoulder. His pupils are dilating as he takes me in. My arms fall to my sides, already feeling as though I should cover my body.

“Don’t,” is all he growls out before pushing the straps of my bra off my shoulder. “The amount of times I’ve stroked myself to the thoughts of using these for my pleasure,” he says as he reaches around my back to unclasp my bra, allowing it to fall to the ground beneath us.

My nipples tighten to the point of pain between the cool air breezing past them and the absolute hunger in his eyes. “They are gorgeous.” His hand massages my breast as his other travels down my side to hook into the band of my pajama shorts.

His hand drops my breast to join the other around the band. “You ready?” he asks as I nod my head.

He lowers himself until he is kneeling on the floor in front of me. Every part of me is exposed to him as I step out of the shorts. He tosses my shorts with my cami before grasping both of my ass cheeks into his hands and leaning into my sex with a deep inhale.

“Fuck, you smell as good as I imagined you would.” His tongue darts out to lap some of my slick into his mouth. “The most desirable taste I’ve ever experienced. Better than all the best desserts in the world. A feast I would die to taste every day of my life.”

Hooking my knee over his shoulder, he dives in with fervor. Licking, sucking, and nibbling at my sex like a man starved. My hands fall on his hair, gripping it to prevent myself from falling over. As soon as he hits a spot that shoots tingles up my spine, I push his face harder against it. Taking the hint he was given, he works that spot until I feel myself rising. Mewling his name, I gasp as he slides a finger inside me. The burn is minimal after years of toy usage. As if he already determined that, he adds a second and works them in a come here motion, hitting the spot deep inside.

He tilts his head back to look at me. “That’s it, Rose. Come for me.” My whole body lights up and I can feel it. It’s about to happen. Seeing how close I am, he leans in and nips my clit with his canine, causing me to erupt and convulse.