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My heart throws itself against my rib cage, and I’m hit with a desperate urge to touch her, kiss her, to feel her joined against me.

I’m dizzy—this must be what it feels like to be high.

Everything is more incandescent with her.

Was this how Dad felt with Mom?

How Maxwell felt with Sydney?

Is this why generations of Anderson men fall in love even though our love stories end in tragedy?

Reaching her in a few strides, I cup her face and hear her sharp intake of breath before I seal my lips over hers.

It’s like coming home.

Our kiss turns harried.

Messy. Uncoordinated.

She unbuttons my sky-blue shirt while I wrench up and toss away her tank top.

I haul her to me and spin around, backing her to the closest wall, needing to feel her softness pressed up against my body.

“Mine,” I murmur against her lips as I unhook her bra and drop it on the floor.

She grips my hair and arches her back against the wall, offering me her perfect teardrop tits.

“Fuck me.” I close my mouth over her pebbled nipple, laving the hard, distended tip.

A cry reverberates from her mouth, and I slam my hand over her lips.

“You want them to hear us, Nova? ”

Somehow, the idea of someone barging in and finding my face buried in her tits, her eyes glazed over in passion, has my cock hardening to full mast.

Everyone will know she’s mine then.

I’m going insane. The possession.

The obsession. All things I never thought I’d feel for anyone.

Perhaps I was saving these emotions for her.

“Ethan.” She gasps as I rake my teeth up the slender column of her neck before swiping my tongue around her pulse.

“Y-You said I was a teen—”

“I was an idiot. The moment I saw him leering at you, I wanted to kill him on the spot.” I nibble her earlobe and she rewards me by curling her legs around my waist and urging me on.

Plucking her nipple, I spend the next few seconds worshipping her other breast—biting it, teasing it, nipping it until the tip is all red and pointy.

All for me.

Alexis’s whimpers are muffled against my hand as I work her pants off her legs and throw them behind me.

With a grunt, I hoist her up and place her legs over my shoulders and take in a deep inhale—her heady arousal giving me another shot of the most potent drug.

Looking up, I find her gazing dreamily at me, her lips swollen, tits heaving, those damn fucking nipples still beaded like the tips of erasers, begging me to play with them some more.

But I have more important things to focus on.

“Stay quiet, Nova. Wouldn’t want Liam barging in and finding out his best friend is fucking his sister.”

Her eyes darken—my little sweetheart has an exhibitionist side to her.

When she’s older, I should take her to the Rose floors inside The Orchid and explore with her.

I never wanted to visit before, but with her, the idea suddenly seems appealing .

Adjusting her so she’s stable against the wall, I dip my nose against the damp scrap of lace between her legs.

“Baby, you’re soaked.” I nibble her clit and she whimpers.

She quickly clasps her hand over her mouth.

“Good girl. Stay quiet, okay?” With that, I tug the cloth aside and deliver a swipe from the top to the bottom of her swollen lips.

More muffled cries echo in the room as she gyrates her hips against my face.

She needs this. Satisfaction roars through me.

She needs the pleasure only I can give.

“Yes, Nova. Move that pussy over my face. Suffocate me. Drench me with your juices. Make yourself come.”

“Ethan!” A strangled whisper slips out of her and she moves harder, faster, her legs locking around my neck almost to the point of cutting off my oxygen supply.

Dots appear in my vision but I eat her out harder, faster, tasting her sweetness, the drug that is her, inhaling her unique scent, surrounding myself with everything that’s her.

My lungs are starved of oxygen, and her legs tighten some more.

She’s trembling all over—her sweet moans and cries urging me on.

Using the last of my strength, I slide my hand between us and insert one finger into her sopping entrance.

She explodes. Her mouth parts in a silent scream, her pussy convulsing around my face as her wetness gushes out of her.

I lap it up, every single drop, my cock so hard a single stroke can set me off.

Quickly, I unbutton my jeans and tug down my zipper and underwear.

My dick, already beaded with pre-cum, flips up and points north, needing to be inside her this very moment.

Before she comes down from her high, I drag her back down and wrap her legs around my waist.

Alexis is still shuddering in my arms when her eyes flutter open.

Her pupils swallow the blues of her irises.

Fuck. She’s orgasm drunk.

My cock pulses again, needing to put that look on her face again .

And again. And again.

With a growl, I slam into her, my eyes nearly going blind from the white-hot pleasure traveling up my shaft when her entrance tightens around my cock.

I should go slower. I should be more gentle.

She was a virgin not long ago.

She needs love poems and soft kisses.

But I can’t.

My mind is mad for her.

My body only answers to her.

My hips move of their own accord.

Faster. Harder, I can’t think.

I can’t speak. My mind is in an alternate universe, blank and yet filled with too many colors.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cries, and I deepen my strokes, angling so it hits her G-spot with each glide.

Sounds of our lust and lovemaking fill the room—the clinking of my belt buckle, the slapping of skin against skin, the loud, rhythmic thumping of her back against the wall as we come together repeatedly.

Soon, a scream funnels out of her throat and I swallow the sound with my mouth as she shatters around me, her pussy pulsing and strangling my cock into nirvana.

Breaking our kiss, I throw my head back as ecstasy barrels through me.

I bite my tongue to keep from yelling her name when I unload unending streams of cum inside her, emptying myself until there’s nothing left to give.

Our ragged breaths fill the dark room, the rhythmic pulse of the bass from the music outside finally registering.

I plaster her against the wall, sweat dripping down our bodies, unable to move an inch.

My cock still pulses from aftershocks and her pussy flutters around my semi-hard cock.

I feel the wetness of our cum seeping out and it fills me with a satisfaction I’ve never felt before.

Eventually, my brain starts functioning.

“I should stay away, but it’s impossible.” Breaking apart, I stare at her beautiful eyes, luminous even in the dark.

“I want to be the one to sit next to you in your courtyard picnic outside the hummingbird window. I want to feed you sandwiches and iced tea while you read. I want you to be the first person to read the poems I write…poems I’ve stopped writing until I met you, because you—”

I rake in a breath and grip her thighs tightly.

Her lavender scent surrounds me in the sweetest embrace.

“You, Lexy…you make me feel like everything is possible. Words flow out of me when I’m with you. I feel whole—and I’ve never felt that way before. So fuck, maybe I’m screwed up like Liam said—”

She shushes me, putting a finger over my lips.

“My brother doesn’t know you. The poet. My dream keeper. And you don’t show this side to him. You’re not screwed up.”

“I’ve never been in a long-term relationship. I was always too chickenshit to try. But I want to try with you, Lexy. I can’t promise I won’t do something stupid or hurt your feelings, but I’ve never wanted to fall in love until I met you.”

Her lips tremble and she unleashes another devastating smile.

“You can never mess up. And even if you do, I’ll be there to pick you up. Because my world isn’t complete without Ethan Anderson.”

She cups my cheek with one hand before dragging her index finger over the bridge of my nose, and I smile.

My gesture. My love for her in one simple stroke.

Leaning in, she whispers, “You always tell me I’m unforgettable, Ethan. But really, you’re the unforgettable one. My north star.”