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He nods, his face serious. “I know. I really am sorry.” His voice breaks, but he doesn’t move. He’s so near, so painfully close to my body that my skin dances with energy. My nipples are hard, goosebumps cover my body, and another shiver slithers up my spine, but I’m not cold.

“I don’t normally just... act like a fucking caveman, Rowan. I swear.”

Something about his tone makes me believe him more than I already did. “I know. Or you wouldn’t still be standing here.”

He drops his forehead to mine with a groan. “I should have behaved better.”

Yup, he should have. His actions were shitty, and toxic, and hot as all fucking hell, and if this man doesn’t touch me soon I’m going to combust.

“August?”

He jerks his head up to look at me. “Yeah?”

“You’re forgiven. Can you kiss me now? Ple?—”

His mouth meets mine in a frantic, aggressive battle. Hard, hungry, our lips meet in a fierce collision as his hands possess me, just like when he gripped my body earlier. Like he already owns me. Maybe he does.

When his fingers slide through my soaking wet folds, I whimper. My head lulls back onto the concrete wall and soft,quick pants burst from me as his fingers find my clit, and he drags his teeth down the column of my neck.

Something tells me August is about to ruin me for any man who comes after him, but I don’t want to stop. I’m caught in the undertow, and I welcome the rapture.

“So fucking wet.” His words kiss my skin on ripples of warm air. “Eyes on me.”

My eyes snap open, finding his heavy gaze waiting for me. His hand stops, then he starts over, grazing my clit with his fingertips like he’s teasing me, dragging out my pleasure, sending waves of desire racing through my blood. Except I’m good, I’m ready to go, the oven was already pre-heated before he’d even laid a finger on me.

Now I just want to fucking come. I curl my fingers around his neck and sink my nails into his skin before dragging them down the length of his throat, enjoying the growl that rumbles in his chest. “Stop toying with me and make me come already.”

His deep chuckle makes my chest vibrate. “Or what?” The challenge in his voice lights something up inside me, adding another log to the already scorching fire.

“Or I’ll finish myself off.” It’s my turn to chuckle. “I was doing just fine before you burst in here, you big oaf.”

“You mean when I found you moaning my name while you were getting off?” When he pulls his hand away from my pussy, I fight the whine that catches in my throat. “You definitely seemed fine.”

“I was.”

He jerks his chin at me. “Show me.”

Show him? He wants to watch me finger myself?

Fine. I slide my hand into my soaked pussy with a sigh, and as my fingers swirl over my clit, he shucks off his pants and boxers, never moving his gaze from my body.The faster my fingers move in my sopping wet pussy, the faster his hands pump his cock.

Hands. Plural. Dude needs two hands to wrap around that baton he’s packing.

Girthy as fuck.

My tongue snakes out and licks my lips as a bead of precum seeps out the tip of his dick. Will he let me lick that droplet off his cock?

“I-I’m going to come, August.” I don’t know if I’m telling him because I want permission, or for him to finish the job, but his lips and brow quirk.

“Stop talking about it, and do it, Toots. Come for me.”

My obnoxious guffaw gives my clit a moment of reprieve. “Toots?”

He narrows his stare, still sliding his hands up and down his length. I can’t look away from him. His intensity burns through my skin. My teeth sink into my lip as my fingers strumming my clit match his pace.

“Come for me,” he damn near snarls. “So I can fuck you till you scream.”

CHAPTER 10

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