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His mouth slammed down on mine before I could even get the word out. I slid my fingers up his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair. He leaned into me, crushing me against the wall, his kiss searing my lips.

Whip kissed like he was starving, devouring my mouth, his tongue finding mine the moment I gave him access. Both of us moaned into each other, the embrace deepening.

Every fiber of my body came alive, every nerve ending igniting where his skin touched mine. One hand cuppedmy neck, holding me in place. The other moved up and down my leg, stroking the outside of my thigh, following the lines of my curves, up over my waist and along the side of my boob.

“Let me make you come,” he groaned on my mouth.

I’d never had a man even try. My legs shook with the anticipation of what that would feel like. To have a man’s fingers where only mine had been.

I didn’t even get a chance to respond before he’d dropped down on his knees in front of me.

I swallowed hard, his hands gliding up my legs, this time beneath the long, floaty fabric of my skirt. He lifted it as he went, revealing my bare feet, my knees, the dimpled thighs I hated.

I caught the fabric before he could raise it any higher. “We can go into my room. Where it’s…” I bit down on my lip awkwardly to stop the stupid babble of thoughts.

He peered up at me. “Where it’s what?”

“Darker,” I admitted.

He frowned. “You don’t want to watch me suck your pussy, sweetheart?”

I gawked at him. “What? No! Not you. Just so you don’t have to…see me.”

He rocked back on his heels and pinned me with a look so hot I didn’t understand how I didn’t incinerate right there on the spot. His blue-eyed gaze turned sharp, his voice deepening so I felt every word like a purr through my body.

His gaze held me in its grips. “Violet, I need you to listen to me when I say, there is not one inch of you I don’t want to see. From your toes, to the hair on yourhead, to your sweet pussy that I just fucking know is wet for me.”

He swiped his fingers between my thighs, over the damp panties that were indeed slick with arousal just from the way he’d been kissing me.

He watched me as he slipped them beneath the elastic of my underwear and nudged his fingers between my folds, finding the silky wetness in between.

My core lit up with desire again, and a desperate need for him to push those fingers inside me. I ran my fingers through his hair, using him for balance because I was suddenly sure my knees weren’t going to hold me up if he was going to touch me like this.

From somewhere down the hallway, a door opened, and it was only then I realized our apartment door was open, and at any moment, someone could walk by and see everything we were doing.

“The door,” I gasped.

He kicked it shut. And then slid his fingers inside me.

I gasped at the intrusion. My knees buckled at the sensation. His fingers were so much bigger than mine, and just an entirely different experience than touching myself. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly, taking his time, building me up by using his thumb to rub my clit at the same time.

I slumped back on the wall, fingers curling along with my toes. The pleasure built inside me and a moan fell from my mouth.

“Vi?” Toby’s voice called from his bedroom.

I slapped a hand over my mouth, realizing exactly how loud I’d gotten.

Whip grinned at me wickedly, pulling my panties aside and replacing his thumb with his tongue.

I’d never felt anything like the hot wet heat of his mouth, lapping at my clit. It sent shock waves of pleasure through my entire body, and I stifled another moan with the back of my hand.

“Vi? Is it just you out there or do I need to put pants on and be the man of the house? Please tell me it’s you though, because my mom put me in ballet lessons as a kid, not karate. So all I have in terms of fighting skills is a mean pirouette.”

Whip chuckled into my inner thigh, the scratch of his stubble delicious against my soft skin, and the vibrations of his silent laughter tingling right up to exactly where I wanted him most.

He drew circles on my skin with his slicked-up thumb. “You better answer him, sweetheart. Because if he comes out here and catches us, I don’t think I can stop. So unless you want your roommate watching when you come on my tongue, you better say something.”

“It’s me!” I yelped, Whip’s fingers plowing inside me again in the most delicious pace I could imagine. “Don’t come out here. I’m fine.”