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Like I’d ever.

“I went slow the first two times,” he says, breaking our kiss as his open mouth finds my jaw and he licks the scar he caused there. “That’s not going to happen now.”

My hands go to his thick locks, and I tug so he’ll kiss me again. His tongue moves with mine so easily it’s as if we were made to kiss only each other. He reaches up, wrapping his hand around my throat, his thumb rubbing over my out of control pulse. Where has this guy been?

My head hits the cabinet behind me, but it doesn’t hurt. Danny lets go of everything that is me and steps back. His eyes are blacker, his expression beautifully dark. “Take that off,” he says, lifting his chin. My eyes bounce down to where he’s most hard and my sex throbs.

Jesus Christ, will it always be like this between us?

I do as he demands and lift up, shimmying the gown over my head before dropping it to the floor.

In only black lace panties, my nipples pucker from his sight and the coolness in the air.

“And those,” he says.

I lick my bottom lip, nerves tingling my spine. There’s too much light in here, and I’m new at all of this.

“Don’t be shy, Bexley. Do it.”

I hate that he caught my hesitation. I wanted to seem braver than I actually am. But insecurities are a part of being human and he’s been with women who get paid to do this. It sets a fire between my lungs. And I get mad for no reason. Anger gives me courage and I lift my ass from the countertop and slide my panties past my hips until gravity takes over and they slip over my legs. I wiggle them off my toes, letting them fall on top of the gown, and look at him almost in challenge. Maybe I am braver than I feel.

I’m naked. Fully exposed and I could die if I wasn’t so turned on by this boy.

“Spread those beautiful thighs, love.”

God, I love when he calls me that. There’s something so sexy about this bad boy using that term of endearment for me and only for me. I swallow, sliding one thigh over before doing it to the other. My ass is pushed out and I place my hands on my knees.

The look on his face could burn a whole forest.

“Slide your finger over your clit.”

Fucking hell.

“You do it,” I say.

He bites his grin. “No.”

I try not to exhale, but I’m dying here. I feel almost dirty and I almost don’t hate it. Danny’s hand reaches into his gray sweats and I see his happy trial.

“Take your shirt off,” I say. He shrugs, taking his hand out of his pants and lifting the back of his collar up and over his head. His back slouches, and his stomach muscles tighten as the shirt slips over his arms. He drops it beside my clothes and stands up straight, so confident. So boy, yet changing every day. My eyes go to his chest and the small bit of hair where his necklace sits. The necklace that matches my bracelet.

His hand goes back into his pants and he touches himself.

“Danny.” I pout because I’m tired of playing this game. I want him. I need him to put me out of my misery. This is a lot.

He smirks. “What?”

“Come here,” I say, reaching for him.

I see his chest fall and he gives in. He walks closer to me. “Don’t ever be shy about your body around me, Bexley. This is you and me. Everything you do turns me on. Know that. Let that give you confidence. Now, touch yourself, and think about me doing it. How do you make yourself come when you’re alone?”

He’s close enough to kiss, but we don’t. My forehead goes to his, and I think about all the times I’ve come with him on my mind. I may have moved away, but I never stopped daydreaming about him. And now here he is. In my personal space, so near I could lick his lips. I move my hand from my thigh and slide it over my clit. Moving it down to gather my slickness, I apply pressure and make circular motions, feeling the hardness of my most pleasurable place.

I gasp lowly, touching Danny’s lips with mine. My eyes narrow, and I focus on myself until my thigh jerks. Dark eyelashes fan out over his cheeks as he looks down, watching me, and it’s easier with him close. Our noses rub together, and our open mouths feather tenderly. He holds on to the countertop with white knuckles, and I grasp his forearm, feeling his muscles flex and his pulse beat against my fingertips.

I feel sweat pool at the backs of my thighs, and I rub harder, pressing down until my head falls back against the cabinet and my toes curl as the sensation stretches my calf muscles and the pure, oh so amazing bliss, rushes between my legs. Teeth, lips, and tongue touch my neck as my chest heaves and my life source swims in crazy beats.

“Goddamn,” Danny says, bringing me back to the now. He grips my thighs, pulling me to him, and in a swift quickness, he buries himself inside me. His lips pout, his eyes slant, and he looks at me with a deep wonder.

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