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It was still terrifying, but...in a completely different way.

His gray eyes had gone dark, almost black, and Andie...couldn’t even manage to gulp this time when his lips curved into a smile that was more wolf than man.

“It’s been three days,koukla mou.Can you imagine how badly I’m starving for dessert?”

Chapter Thirteen

ANDIE OPENED HER MOUTHto respond—to say something,anything—but Paul was already moving, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath her ear, and whatever words she might have formed dissolved into a whimper.

“Three days,” he growled against her skin, his mouth trailing down her throat. “Three days of watching you. Wanting you. Unable to touch you.”

His teeth grazed her collarbone, and she arched off the bed.

“Be warned,koukla mou...since I intend to take my fill of you.”

She couldn’t answer, could only cry out as his mouth descended to her breast, and her mind started to splinter apart at the first hot swipe of his tongue. He lavished attention on one peak, then the other, sucking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, his hair, anything she could reach.

“P-Paul—”

“Not yet.” The words were a growl against her sensitized flesh. “I’ve waited three days. You can wait a little longer.”

He kissed his way down her stomach, his lips tracing a path of fire across her skin. Her muscles quivered beneath his mouth. Her breathing came in sharp, desperate gasps.

And then he was there.

Between her thighs.

His breath hot against her most intimate flesh.

“I’ve been dreaming about this.” His voice had gone rough, almost reverent. “Every night. Every cold shower. This is what I thought about.”

His tongue parted her folds, and Andie’s world shattered.

She’d thought she knew what this felt like. He’d done this to her before, on the plane, and she’d thought nothing could ever compare to that overwhelming rush of sensation.

She was wrong.

This was different.

This was three days of wanting distilled into a single, devastating act.

Paul devoured her like a man starving, his tongue stroking and circling and finding every spot that made her cry out. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, holding her still, refusing to let her squirm away from the onslaught of pleasure.

“Please—” The word tore from her throat. “Paul, please—”

He didn’t answer.

Just sealed his lips around that hidden bundle of nerves and sucked.

Andie shattered.

The orgasm crashed through her like a wave, her back arching off the bed, her hands fisting in his hair, a scream ripping from her throat that she couldn’t have contained if she’d tried. It wenton and on, pulse after pulse of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and through it all, Paul didn’t stop.

Didn’t ease up.

Just drew out every last tremor until she was boneless and gasping, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Only then did he lift his head.