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Shit. That was out loud.

“You’re so damn sweet. I don’t know how I got so lucky to be here.”

“It’s always been you, Roc.” The magic he’s spinning between my legs must be a truth serum. “I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”

“Then it’s official. I’m the luckiest asshole on the planet.”

He doesn’t waste time. His fingers are deft and skilled, and my body so in tune to him, I wonder if this is meant to be. I have never once believed in kismet or serendipity.

But this could convince me.

It doesn’t take long, and he doesn’t make me work for it. It’s all him controlling me. His fingers part me farther and his knee lifts toward the ceiling. I’m open and ready for whatever he’ll give me.

My clit is swollen and wanting. Another two circles, and I can’t take it any longer. I fall. My body quakes as he holds me in his strong arms, cradling me against his chest. And he’s right. I’m not quiet.

But then I lose his touch altogether.

I’m rolled to my back, and he covers me with his body. When his hips fall between my legs, there’s nothing I want more than for him to stay here.

Forever.

He rubs the underside of his hard cock against my clit. I’m wet and so, so sensitive. The only thing I have the mind to do is focus on how close he is.

How close we are.

The slightest movement and thrust, and we’ll be one.

One.

I’ve wanted this for so long.

“You say the word, baby. I’m ready to make sure your virginity will never be in question again.”

My eyes fall shut. I’m still recovering from my orgasm. We’re pressed together everywhere it matters but one. His lips hit my collarbone where he sucks but not hard enough to leave a mark. My hands trail up his sides until they land on his wide shoulders. “Yes.”

That’s all it takes. With one angle of his hips, I feel him at my sex. The tip he demanded I suck before he took over and fucked my mouth.

“Roc,” I murmur. “I’m not on birth control.”

He never takes his intense gaze off me as he sinks inside me, inch by delicious inch, despite what I just said. “I know, baby.”

Oh God. Why is that hot?

Feeling him inside me.

Inching.

Stretching.

He sucks in a breath, like he’s trying to control every cell of his being. “I’m not taking you for the first time with anything between us. I’ll get a condom. But when I fill you for the first time, the only thing I want you to feel is me.”

“Yes.” I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. My sister just became a single mom today. But, hell, this is Rocco. “I want this. I want to feel you everywhere.”

He looks into my eyes, and with every fiber of his being, says, “I’ll never leave you, baby. You’re mine.”

And with one strong thrust, he fills me.

To the root.

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