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By the time he moves to the other breast, I’m breathless and moaning and wetter than I’ve ever been. Can he feel me through the denim of my shorts?

I swear I didn’t say that out loud, but the way he grinds against me makes me wonder if he read my mind. He does it again, almost fucking me through his clothes and mine.

“You’re so wet.” He dips his head again, teeth dragging down, down, down as he slides to his knees on the floor. He pulls me toward him, shoulders hinging my thighs apart.

As his eyes meet mine, Dal licks his lips. “I need to taste you again.”

CHAPTER10

CONFESSIONAL 1166

Yang, Dal (Head Chef, Serenade: Juniper Ridge)

I always loved food. Making it, eating it—just the whole sensory explosion.

The pleasure of touching ingredients with your own hands. The texture of something soft and delectable. The way it hits your tongue and bathes your mouth in the most exquisite?—

What?

Why are you staring like that?

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I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Lana Judson right now. “I can’t fucking believe you’re here.” I know we’ve fooled around already. That I’ve had her naked on a kitchen counter, been poised at her entrance in the seat of my car.

But this feels different. We’re connected in ways we’ve never been before. Something about her revelation took things to a new level.

“What?” she breathes, palms coming up to cup her breasts. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are so fucking hot.”

She smiles and keeps her hands where they are, splayed fingers hiding pert nipples. “I can’t decide if I feel more awkward covering up or lying here with my tits out while you stare.”

“Awkward?” How can she not realize how sexy she looks? “Touch yourself.”

“I am.” Lana bites her lip. “Do you need your eyes checked?”

Sliding my hands from her hips, I cup her ass cheeks and squeeze. Lana gives a yelp. “What was that for?”

“Let me see you tease those pretty nipples.” I can’t believe I’m being this bold with her. With a woman I haven’t slept with yet.

But she must feel it too, this sense that we’ve already crossed some line. We might be on the brink of our first time, but it feels like we’ve been here before.

Still biting her lip, she obeys. The heels of her hands slide down to her ribs, leaving fingertips to play. Her nails are painted pale pink and silver rings adorn her thumb and both pinkies. As the pads of her fingers stroke her nipples, I give a low growl of approval.

“Good girl.”

“God.” She groans and rolls both nipples between her thumbs and pointer fingers. “That shouldn’t be a thing.”

I grin because it’sherthing. Or maybeourthing, since it seems to surprise her. Like maybe it hasn’t been her thing with anyone else.

I’m good with that.

Cupping her ass, I pull her to the edge of the couch. Lana squeaks with surprise, lifting her hips as I drag her panties and shorts down her legs.

Her mouth forms a softOhas she touches her nipples. Hooking her thighs over my shoulders, I spread her wide as my mouth starts to water. She’s watching me, waiting to see what I do.

Waiting to feel me.

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