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She gives a sharp little laugh, then stops when I stare without smiling. “I’m serious.” I drag a hand down my face, fighting to focus with so much glorious flesh on display. “You’re smart and clever and sexy as fuck—” Where was I going with this? “Our methods might be different. Our approach to the truth. But at the end of the day, I respect the hell out of you.”

“Dal?” The light hits her eyes, setting off sparks of delight.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to touch me”—she licks her lips, smiling—“or are you going to stand there yapping about how much you respect me?”

Like I have any choice in the matter. There’s no way not to want Lana Judson. I’m drawn to her like a magnet, like a moth to a flame.

My brain claws at the edge of the cliff, grasping for purchase as lust pulls us down. “I didn’t bring—” Lust turns my voice to a growl. “I don’t have condoms.”

Her smile almost smolders. “No shirt, no shoes, no cock sock, no sex.” Her hair skims her breasts as she tips her head toward the bedrooms. “Don’t worry. I’ve got?—”

“No.” I catch her waist, not willing to go one second more without touching her. Tasting her like I’ve been dying to do. “I want this.”

She tilts her head. “You want wha—oh!”

That’s all she gets out as I scoop her up into my arms. She stiffens at first, surprised, and then melts into me. Her legs clench my hips and I’m wrapped in the softest, sweetest embrace I’ve ever known.

Kissing her throat, I breathe in the scent of sea salt and peaches. There’s an oversized towel on a hook by the sink and I snatch it while backing her toward the island. It’s thick granite, and cold, but I lay out the towel with one hand.

I’m cupping her ass as I kiss my way down her throat. She tastes like honey as I set her down gently. Her breasts bounce, and I draw back, panting. Perfect rosebud nipples beg for my mouth. I need to taste her.

“Oh my God, yes.” She grips the back of my head as I devour one breast, then the other. She’s so soft,so soft, I nearly lose my mind. Struggling to stay in control, I let my tongue swirl her nipple.

Lana cries out and throws back her head. “So good.” She keeps chanting the words like she’s not even aware that she’s speaking. “So good. Oh my God, so good.”

I know the feeling. Thank God for loose sweatpants is all I can say, since my dick’s determined to bust out of my pants. We’re moving so fast, and somewhere in the back of my mind, there’s a warning bell buzzing. There’s some reason I vowed not to do this, but hell if I remember why. I’m too dizzy with lust, too hungry for just one taste. That’s all. Just once.

Releasing her breast, I draw back wild-eyed and panting. “I need to taste you.” I’ll die if I don’t.

She brushes blond hair back off of her face. “Weren’t you just tasting me?”

Shaking my head, I let my gaze drop. “Open your legs.”

“Oh.” It’s barely a word, more like a breath, but she does it.

As her thighs ease apart, I groan with desire.

“Good girl.” I say it to watch her shiver. That’s her thing, isn’t it? I could read something into it, or I could go with the flow.

I choose the latter, dipping my head to taste her sweetness. She’s so wet, so ready, that the first stroke of my tongue has her bowing back onto the counter.

“You like that?” I whisper, licking again. “You’re so wet, Lana. So wet and so luscious.”

It’s a word I’d use for the softest fruit, maybe kiwi or peaches or other sweet treats. Pots de crème, or pepper jelly, spicy and sweet. She’s every delectable taste all rolled into one, writhing and lush on my tongue.

“Dal.” She cries out as I ease one finger inside her. “Oh my God. Please don’t stop.”

Why would I? Someone could hold a gun to my head right now, and I’d die happy and satiated. She’s slippery and snug, squeezing my fingers as I ease another one inside her.

Her back arches off the counter and she cries out again. “Like that,” she whimpers as I sip at her clit. “Jesus, I’m almost there.”

I can tell by how she’s clenching me. By the pull of her sex, the needy squeeze of her around my fingers. My dick throbs with envy, desperate to be inside her. It’s all I can do not to take her like that. Just tear off my pants and plunge deep into her wet heat.

But some small shred of self-restraint holds me back. This is about Lana. And she’s close, so close, just another soft lick and?—

“Oh my God!” A shriek rips out of her before she stuffs a potholder between her teeth. Her nails rake my back as I lick and thrust and lap every last drop of sweetness.

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