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“Sweetest yeast infection ever,” I mutter under my breath.

“Cade!”

“Okay, okay.” I laugh, kissing her cheek. “Let me grab a condom. Easy fix.”

I shift off her and lean over the nightstand again, rummaging through the drawer with more urgency this time.

Receipts. Candy wrappers. That dead Carolina Catfish pen I keep forgetting to throw out.

Where is it?

My stomach sinks.

No condoms.

“Damn it,” I mutter, flopping back onto the bed with a groan, and drag a hand down my face. “I don’t have any.”

Every time. Every time Savannah and I think about taking things further, something always stops us.

“It’s okay,” Savannah says softly, curling against me without waiting for an invitation. Her fingers trail down my chest, light and slow, and though she doesn’t say it, I know she’s not mad. She’s here with me.

Too bad my boner’s still with us too.

“I swear I had one in there,” I mutter, still baffled. “I cleaned out this drawer when you moved in. You have no idea how proud I was of myself.”

She grins, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at me. “Cleaning out drawers, taking in strays. You’re such a Boy Scout.”

I smirk, my fingers drifting to the hem of the jersey, brushing lightly over her bare thigh. She shivers at the contact, a quiet gasp catching in her throat.

“Yeah? Well, how about I earn my oral proficiency badge instead?”

Her eyes darken and her breath hitches as I flick my fingers under her jersey. “I don’t think that’s a real badge.”

I push the fabric up, and she hisses as I slide lower on the bed, kissing along her stomach. “Doesn’t mean I won’t earn it, and I promise I won’t stop until you’re shaking.”

“You don’t have—”

I cut her off by pressing a kiss just below her navel, feeling her tense beneath me.

Her breath stutters as I move lower, my lips brushing over the softness of her stomach, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses as I push the jersey higher.

I want to see her. Want to taste her. Want to give her everything she wants to give me.

When her perfect tits are bared to me, I waste no time taking one nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the hardened peak before sucking it between my lips. A sharp inhale escapes her, her back arching off the bed as her hands dive into my hair, fingers tugging, pulling me closer.

“Cade—” She gasps, breathless and needy, her voice unraveling me.

Her hips lift, pressing into me, her body desperate for more friction.

My hand glides down instinctively, finding her thigh and gripping it just enough to hold her in place, to keep her from writhing out of my reach.

The shift in angle brings my fingers against the edge of her soft, white and already damp panties.

Fuck. I nearly lose it.

A moan escapes her lips, and it damn near brings me to my knees.

I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another one just above the hem of her underwear. Her breath catches, her hands twisting in the sheets.

“I want to taste you, Savannah,” I say lowly just before I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. “I want to spread you open and bury my tongue inside you until you’re screaming my name. Will you let me?”

She doesn’t answer with words. She doesn’t need to. Instead, she pushes me down her body, and I go willingly, kissing every inch of skin I can reach on the way. When I get to her panties, I hook my fingers into the waistband and drag them down her legs, tossing them aside without a second thought.

Her legs fall open, and fuck… the sight steals the air from my lungs.

“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “You look unreal.”

She whimpers, hips shifting restlessly, and I grip her thighs tighter, pressing her down. “Stay still,” I command, my voice thick with need. “Let me take care of you.”

Then I dive in.

I flatten my tongue against her, dragging it through her slick folds before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. She chokes out a moan, her back arching, and her fingers twist in the sheets.

“Cade—”

I hum against her, letting the vibration roll through her, my tongue flicking and teasing. Her taste, intoxicating and addictive, is everything.

“Shit.” She gasps, thighs trembling around my head. “Oh my God.”

I slide a finger into her, groaning at the way she clenches around me. “So fucking tight,” I mutter before adding another, curling them to press against that spot that makes her cry out.

I don’t stop. I can’t. My fingers and tongue work in tandem until she’s a writhing mess beneath me. Her moans get higher, her breaths quicker, her body straining.

“I-I’m gonna—”

I flick my tongue quicker, curl my fingers and that’s when she shatters.

Her body locks up, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she comes apart beneath me.

But I don’t stop.

I ease the rhythm, slowing down just enough to let her ride the high, but I keep my tongue moving, teasing her, coaxing every aftershock. She whimpers when she realizes I’m not done, tries to twist away, but I grip her hips firmly, holding her still.

“Cade—”

“You’re being such a good girl,” I praise, my voice muffled from her delicious pussy. “Give me another.”

She gasps and shakes her head. “I-I don’t think I can.”

Her voice is strained, but her body tells a different story. I keep going with a slow and steady pressure so I can build her up again.

“I’m just returning the favor, Pretty Girl.”

I suck her clit gently, then deeper, and she sobs out a moan. She might be oversensitive and trembling, but this time she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she pushes up against me, chasing the feeling.

Shifting lower, I replace my fingers with my tongue, and press two fingers against her swollen clit. She cries out, her back arching, and it doesn’t take long.

I feel it coming. The way she tightens, the way her legs shake, the way her breath catches right before she breaks.

She comes again, harder this time, and a broken moan spills from her lips as her body convulses. I groan against her, savoring it, licking her through every pulse, every twitch, until her hands push weakly at my head.

Finally, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh and make my way up her body.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her eyes are dazed and her lips are swollen from biting them. I lie beside her, grinning as I brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

“That good, baby?”

She stares at me, still trying to catch her breath, then nods, cheeks flushing. “Y-yeah.”

Pride swells in my chest. I lean down and press my lips to hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.

And just like that, I know I’m never letting her go.