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“You’re really trying to drag me out of my shell, aren’t you?”

“By the end of the three nights, if you want my tongue on your pussy, I expect you to climb up my body and sit on my face. That’s the level of comfort I’m talking about.

But in order to get there, we have to start here.

” I waited, and when she didn’t reply, I added, “Tell me, Jolie, what do you want?”

“I want you to get me naked,” she whispered.

Words, I could tell, weren’t easy for her to say.

Since my mouth was just above the zipper of her sweatshirt, I kissed around her jaw while I lowered the metal slider all the way to the bottom.

Once it was unlatched, I peeled the material off her arms and dropped it on the floor.

Beneath, she had on a tight shirt that was tucked into her jeans, and I lifted the top over her head, leaving her in just her bra.

I kept that on while I got to work on her pants, pulling those down her legs while taking off her sneakers at the same time.

What was left was a black pair of panties, made of what appeared to be satin, and a matching bra that pushed her tits high on her chest.

I ran my hand over the top of my head as I stared at her, taking in every fucking inch. “You have no idea what I’m looking at right now or what I’m thinking … do you?”

“You mean, my body?”

I nodded.

“I would guess it looks like most others that you do this same thing with.”

I let out enough air that made it sound like a laugh. “No.”

“No?”

“Not even close.” I slid my hands up to the highest part of her thighs, stopping at the edge of her panties. “I want these off.”

“Okay.”

I yanked them off her hips and down the legs that I’d just touched, and once they were out of my hand, I gripped the back of her bra. “This too.”

When she held her arms out straight, I unhooked the two parts and dragged the straps past her biceps, her tits falling from the cups before her bra joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.

“Jolie … fucking Jolie.” My head shook as I took her all in.

The soft creaminess of her pale skin. The curves of her waist, the roundness of her ass.

The dips of each tit—not large, but just big enough—with her light-pink nipples.

And hanging past her shoulders, stretching almost to the flatness of her stomach, were those wild red locks. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re funny.”

“I’m not joking.” I made no attempt to hide which part of her I was staring at. “Shit, I’ve never seen a woman more perfect in my life.” My eyes squinted, my teeth gnawing away at my lip until I swore I tasted blood. “This is going to be so much fucking fun.”

Her head pointed down, breaking eye contact.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

A bashful expression covered her face as she glanced up.

I was about a foot away, giving myself enough room to really look at her. But I came in closer, holding her cheeks, speaking near her mouth. “When I say to you that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen naked—or ever seen, period—tell me you believe me.”

After a few seconds of pause, she said, “I believe you.” She rubbed her lips together. “Whether I believe it myself, that’s a whole different story.”

Damn, those bullies had done a number on her. It was always the jealous ones who caused the most destruction—and everything I’d heard tonight was their fault. This was the result of their antagonizing mockery.

Which fucking killed me.

She wrapped her arms around her stomach, positioning them in a way that covered her tits. “I have an idea.”

“All right.”

She smiled. “Why don’t you show me how perfect you are?”

“You’re saying you want me naked?” I chuckled.

“Quickly.” That grin grew. “Very quickly.”

She clearly hated the spotlight.

Which was fine because I fucking thrived when it was shining on me.

I undid a few buttons at the top of my shirt and lifted it over my head, adding it to the pile of her clothes. As I slipped out of my shoes and let my jeans and boxer briefs drop, I heard, “Oh my God.”

Her eyes were round and large as she gawked at me while I stood naked in front of her.

“You good?” I asked.

“Good? I’m in awe.” She waved me closer since I’d backed up to strip. “I need to touch you.”

I laughed. She was already getting more comfortable—and I liked it.

She went to my chest first, rubbing each of my pecs before moving to my shoulders and biceps. A solo finger then crawled down the center of my abs, stopping just below them.

“When it comes to guys, I’ve always been most attracted to their arms—I don’t know why, they’re just my thing. But, Beck … you’ve converted me.”

“To what?”

“An everything girlie.”

She traced the black tattoos that covered the top part of my chest—a piece I’d had done a few years ago—and down my arm, where the designs continued all the way to my wrist.

“Family. Hockey. College. Before you ask, that’s what it means—some in obvious forms of art, some symbolic.”

“It’s all so beautiful.”

I touched the inside of her wrist, where a small L was tattooed. “Is this your only one?”

“Yes.”

I would have asked more questions, but I’d delayed things enough, and I didn’t think I could wait much longer to have her. “We’re going to talk about your tattoo. We’re just not going to talk about it right now.”

“Deal.”

“I’m going to grab a condom from my suitcase in the closet.” I pointed my finger at her. “Do not move.”

“I won’t.”

I went into the walk-in, where my suitcase was open on the floor, unzipping the inside pocket, pulling out one of the metal foil packets from the box that I kept in there.

As I returned, tearing off the corner with my teeth, she was looking at me from the dresser.

Perched upright and fucking stunning. The bedroom light caught the lighter parts of her hair, the color so much like fall, and the lightness of those round, hard nipples.

“Jesus,” I sighed.

“What?”

Instead of taking out the rubber, I left it inside the metal and set it on the dresser. As I halted in front of her, I held her hips. “I can’t believe I get to fuck you.”

She was blushing. “Stop.”

“And even though that’s what I planned to do right away, I’ve changed my mind.”

“What do you mean?”

I aligned my nose with hers. “My dick needs you, Jolie. It needs to be inside you. It needs to be fucking you so hard that we’re both shaking.”

“But?”

“I need to do something else first …”

“Which is?”

I moved my hands to the lip of the dresser, spreading my arms out wide, and I let my shoulders and head drop. This new spot put my face in front of her legs. I wedged in between them, and with my mouth only inches from her cunt, I whispered, “I need to taste you.”