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“Yes!” he snaps.

“Then let me do what I want.”

“Crazy fuckin’ woman,” he grunts.

“There’s a whole world of things in between kissing and—and—” I can’t say the word he said. I just can’t. “Making love,” I finish, feeling lame.

“Why?”

I feel his responses, now. He’s beginning to buck into my hand. I hold his cheek, run my hand up beside his ear and over his scalp, scratching with my fingertips, scoring his scalp from front to back and then petting his hair. Tracing his ears with my fingers. Touching his chin.

He gasps a harsh breath, grunts. “Goddammit, Myka. Gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

“Pretty nice way to die, don’t you think?”

A brief flash of white teeth and sharp bark of laughter from Rev—a thrill shoots through me. I made him laugh! I made him smile! I feel like I just won a world tournament.

I touch his ears with my lips. “I’ve never felt the way you make me feel, Rev,” I whisper. “You gave me the most amazing orgasms of my life. Mywholelife. You canhavethis, Rev. You don’t have to take it, I’mgivingit to you. Because I want to.”

“Gonna make a mess,” he breathes.

“I know how it works, Rev. You can clean me up when we’re done.”

He shakes, trembles, groans and growls. Still holding back. Still tensed all over. Straining every muscle, breath held, head bowed, neck taut, jaw grinding.

I feel him throb in my hands—he’s close.

I’m not thinking of anything but him, but this moment. Feeling, only feeling. If I think, I’ll lose my courage. I’ll twist myself out of this, and I want this. This doesn’t feel wrong—it feels like the most right thing I’ve ever done.

I focus on sensations. The thickness of him in my hand, the ridges and veins, the groove beneath the head. The root of him, the slide of flesh. He shakes. Using every ounce of power in his body to hold back.

To keep from pouncing—from taking me and using me…

Fucking me.

The filthy word echoes in my skull.

He wants tofuckme.

That’s why he’s holding back.

He’s worried he’ll hurt me.

And honestly, the power in the man scares me—he very well may hurt me. He may have a point.

I’ve never been fucked. Fumbling and awkward sex, and then robotic, unfeeling sex that left me unsatisfied—left me needier and more upset than before.

Everything with Rev is new.

And I like it all.

It’s dirty and wild and forbidden.

Rev growls, shaking me back to now, to him, to here. He bows his back, driving his hips forward. Trying to hold back, but unable to, he begins driving into my hand. Thrusting, just with his hips.

“Myka,” he whispers on a low growl.

“Rev?”