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It’s one word that encompasses everything I want.

He steps back to shift his gaze to my exposed breast. “Pretty.”

Normally, I’d feel compelled to cover up, but I want him to see me. I want him to see all of me.

Another pinch on my nipple earns him a low moan.

His gaze locks on mine. “I love that sound. I want to hear it again and again.”

I’m tempted to tell him he will, but I want to show him. I need him to lure it from me.

He drops his head, capturing my nipple between his lips.

It’s so sudden that I gasp. “Joe.”

He flicks it with his tongue before he drags his teeth across it. It feels like so much, but at the same time, every part of me is craving more. I let out another moan. It’s loud enough to steal his attention from my breast back to my face.

“You want more?” he asks, even though my body is answering that question with the way I’m responding to him.

I nod.

His gaze trails around the room, stopping at the dining room table we’re next to. “Where? I’m good with laying you out on this table so I can feast on your pussy.”

A shiver runs through me. “Really?”

His hands jump to my waist. “Give me the word and I’ll be between your legs in the next thirty seconds.”

“A bedroom,” I say, because that will give me a few seconds to find my bearings.

I’m already overwhelmed in the best possible way.

“I think we can find one of those.” Smiling, he reaches to scoop the condom packages back up.

I’m not sure why I do it, but I tug the material of my bikini top back into place, shielding my nipple from his view.

That draws a wickedly sexy grin to his lips. “You’re beautiful. I can’t wait to get that suit completely off of you.”

“In the bedroom,” I reiterate because I don’t think I’m ready for table sex.

“Yes.” He runs a fingertip over my wrist. The sensation of his touch is barely there, yet I feel it everywhere. “Are you nervous?”

“Are you?” I ask to shift the focus to him.

“No,” he says with conviction. “Not at all.”

I envy him. All of the excitement I’m feeling is edged with nervous anticipation.

“I’ll be gentle,” he assures me.

“Don’t be.”

“Then I won’t be.” His gaze sears through me. “Take me to bed. Now.”

CHAPTER NINE

Greer

“I hadno fucking idea when I woke up this morning that this was in store for me.” Joe’s breath coasts over my thigh just as his fingertip glides across my clit.