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I laugh again, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gets a firm grip on my ass and scoots to the edge of the couch.

“What are you doing?” I ask, even though I’m pretty sure I know what he’s doing. I’m just too stunned to believe it.

“Hold on,” is all he says in response, and then he stands, holding me.

A small gasp of surprise has him sealing his mouth over mine again, but he breaks away with a curse as he bangs his shin into the coffee table.

Burying my face in the space between his neck and shoulder, I stifle my giggle in his shirt. He gives my ass a hard squeeze in retaliation, which doesn’t feel like any kind of punishment at all.

He makes quick work of the distance between the couch and my bed, his grip on me loosening and allowing me to slide down to the floor. No one’s ever carried me anywhere like that before, and it makes me feel small and feminine in a way I didn’t realize I needed.

“I love you, Dani,” he whispers before kissing me again.

“I love you, Eli,” I whisper back when I can pull away long enough to get the words out.

Bending his knees so his face is on the same level as mine, he wraps his arms around my rib cage and squeezes gently. “Say it again.”

Grinning, I obey. “I love you.”

He kisses me, soft and slow and deep, his hands sliding up under my sweatshirt and the tank top beneath it. I raise my arms as he tugs it all up and over my head, his hands immediately finding the clasp of my bra and undoing it, tossing it aside once I pull my arms free.

His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs grazing the nipples, and he leans in to kiss me again, but before he can, I’m clawing at his shirt, needing it gone. Needing to feel his skin on mine.

With a grin, he obliges, reaching behind his neck and yanking it off, then pressing his chest to mine. Bending his head, his lips find mine, his hands roaming up and down my bare back. I wrap my arms around him, gripping his shoulders, then sliding behind his neck, my fingers sliding through the soft velvet of the short hair at his nape.

God, I love kissing him. I love the way he touches me. Kisses me. Makes me feel like the singular focus of his world.

I’ve never experienced that before, and at first it was overwhelming. Now I finally feel like I can just sink into it. Relish it. Enjoy it, secure in the knowledge that we’re on the same page. We both want the same things.

He lays me back on the bed, his fingers catching in the waistband of my pants and undies, pulling them off before shucking his own.

Climbing over me, he slides his hands beneath my shoulders, gathering me to him as he settles between my legs, the tip of his cock bumping my clit as he presses it between us. He groans into my neck, kissing, the scrape of his stubble sensitizing my skin.

He kisses his way down, lingering at my breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth and tugging before releasing them. His big hands grab my thighs, pushing them back and opening me up to him so he can trace the outline of my pussy with the tip of his tongue.

It’s so fucking hot watching him go down on me, the way he devours me like I’m his favorite meal, the way his eyes, nearly black with desire, flick up to mine every so often, checking in, making sure I’m enjoying myself.

And I am. Oh god, I so am.

He grabs my ass with both hands, tilting my hips so he can get a better angle, sinking his face in my pussy and fucking me with his tongue before returning to my clit. Two fingers slide inside me, working my G spot as he sucks on my clit. My hips move against him without my conscious direction, instinct taking over as I chase my orgasm on his face and fingers.

My fingers curl into the sheets, trying to ground myself as Eli drives me higher and higher, my muscles winding tighter and tighter, the tension coiling deep in my core. When my orgasm hits, the tension releases like a spring being let go, my pussy clamping down on his fingers. He doesn’t stop, though, carrying me through the orgasm until I reach down and push his head away.

“Stop, stop,” I pant. “Need you. Inside me. Now.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Eli

Wiping my mouth with my hand, I sit back on my knees and reach for a condom.

Dani’s reaching for me, making grabby hands to get me to hurry up, and I can’t help chuckling. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

As soon as the condom’s on, I guide myself to her entrance, pressing forward slowly and steadily. We release matching groans of pleasure, and I set up a slow rhythm to start.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” she whispers, her hands sliding over my triceps and shoulders and down my back.

“You,” I whisper back. “All of you, everywhere.” Her heat encompasses me, and I don’t want to think about or feel anything else.

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