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“Believe me, Kitten. I want to have sex with you. I want a lot of things with you, but we’re both running high on the emotions of the day, and I’m just trying to make sure you’re not going to wake up in the morning and regret coming to bed with me.”

Marissa shifted and tried to straddle him, but he held her steady, a stern look on his face. Since seduction wasn’t going to work, she tried the next best tactic. Sarcasm.

“It’s barely noon. I know you have stamina, but I doubt you can wear me out enough to knock me out until morning.”

His eyes narrowed and he turned in toward her. He moved so quickly she barely had time to react before she found herself flat on her back. His arms rested on either side of her head on the mattress as he hovered over her, glaring.

“I think you and I both know that’s not true. Or have you forgotten the time you spent twenty-four hours tied to my bed?”

She swallowed hard. That was a day she would likely not forget until she was old and senile.

“I’m not going to have regrets,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure if she was lying to herself or not.

Warmth flooded her as he nuzzled the spot between her neck and shoulder. Then he was peppering her throat and face with soft fluttering kisses, driving her insane. When she was on the brink of combustion, he crushed his mouth to hers in a scorching kiss.

She lifted her hips attempting to grind against him, but he rolled off her.

“Hey,” she protested.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and her protest died. His jeans sat low on his hips, and though she’d had no reason to doubt it, it delighted her to see he was still in perfect shape. She wasn’t sure how he managed it either because working out wasn’t always something he made time for.

“Marissa.”

She blinked and shifted her gaze to his eyes. “Yes?”

“Darlin’ if I’m going to fuck you I kind of need you to take some clothes off.”

She giggled and sat up. “If you insist,” she said as she pulled her sweater off and tossed it on the floor.

As she reached for the button on her jeans, he held his hand out to her and helped her stand. His fingers found the button and worked it loose, then he lowered the zipper.

With a gentle tug, he pulled the pants over her curvy hips and down her thighs, taking her panties with them.

“God damn it, I’ve missed you,” he murmured as he dropped to his knees and helped her step out of her pants.

Tossing them aside, he kissed his way up her leg, starting at her knee. When he reached her pussy, he paused. His eyes drifted shut as if he were praying. He inhaled her scent before pressing a kiss to her center and looking up to meet her gaze.

She raked her fingers through his hair and pushed his head between her legs again.

Her knees threatened to buckle as he suckled her clit. He chuckled against her folds before pulling away. “Let’s move to the bed, baby.”

She backed up to the mattress and laid down, her breath ragged as she watched him move.

Her nipples hardened as he crawled onto the mattress and settled between her thighs. When his mouth met her slick pussy again, her toes curled, and she pressed her head back into the mattress. God, how had she gone five years without this man’s magnificent tongue on her?

His fingers dug into her thighs as he lapped at her cunt. Her hips bucked as bliss curled deep in her belly. It was as if they’d never stopped sleeping together. He strummed at her most intimate parts and made her body sing the way he always had. There was no stopping the orgasm that tore through her a few minutes later.

“God, I love the way you come,” he said, lifting his head to watch her writhe.

Her needy moans filled the room as the aftershocks of the orgasm fluttered through her.

“Fingers on your clit baby,” he murmured as he rolled off the bed to retrieve a condom. It was an order he’d given her dozens of times. He liked to keep her humming until he was ready to fill her. As if someone else controlled her body, her hand fell between her damp thighs and found her still swollen nub. She rubbed as she watched him roll the condom on.

“Is it…”

“Don’t worry, Kitten. I haven’t used a latex condom since the night we found out you were allergic,” he said as he prowled toward the bed.

That little tidbit pleased her, and she let her attention fall back to her fingers and the growing need between her legs.

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