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I settled between them, grinding against her just enough to make her whimper, just enough to feel how ready she was.

I growled against her throat. “Tell me you want this.”

She fisted my shirt, eyes blazing. “If you make me beg, I will kill you.”

I chuckled darkly. “Noted.”

Then I kissed her again, deeper this time, slower, letting my hands roam, mapping every inch of her body with my fingers, my mouth.

I took my time.

I made her tremble.

And when I finally thrust into her, her head fell back against the pillows, her lips parting on a sharp gasp, her body arching up to take me deeper.

She was tight, hot, slick around me, and I had to grit my teeth, force myself to go slow, to let her adjust.

But she wasn’t having it.

Her nails raked down my back, her hips rolling up to meet mine, her breath coming in quick, uneven gasps.

“More,” she demanded.

And hell if I didn’t give it to her.

I gripped her hips and thrust harder, deeper, setting a rhythm that had both of us unraveling fast.

Her legs tightened around me, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her head tilting back as she moaned, the sound shooting straight through me.

I kissed her throat, her jaw, her lips, swallowing every sound, every gasp, every desperate little plea she didn’t even realize she was making.

She finally shattered beneath me, body tightening, back arching, my name tumbling from her lips. I followed right after, burying myself deep as I lost myself in her completely.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our bodies tangled, our breaths uneven. Then I lifted my head, brushing my lips against her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

She exhaled, her fingers trailing lazily down my back. “Told you this was a bad idea.”

I grinned against her skin. “Worst one yet.”

But neither of us moved.

Neither of us let go.

CHAPTER FIVE

Aurora

I woke up alone.Which was exactly how I wanted it.

I stared at the ceiling of my room at The Medford Inn, sheets tangled around my legs, my body still humming with the aftershocks of last night.

Mason Grady.

His name alone sent a pulse of something hot and dangerous through me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled deeply. It was just a one-night thing. No big deal.

I’d had flings before. I’d dated. I’d gone home with someone after a few drinks and a good conversation. This wasn’t new to me.

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