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With a nervous, kind of surprised giggle, she tips her head back and parts her legs for me.

CHAPTER37

NYLAH

Okay, so it’s taken all of thirty seconds for “kitten” to grow on me.

It doesn’t help that he’s saying romantic things like the fact that my scars are beautiful because they’re a part of me. I didn’t even know Carson was capable of that kind of language.

And that’s not the only thing his luscious tongue is capable of. As he flattens it against my dripping pussy, I grip a fistful of his hair and let out a surprised gasp that turns into a throaty laugh and then a languid moan. Holy shit!

I bend my legs over his shoulders, resting my heels on his muscly back as he goes to town, sucking and licking like I’m his favorite ice cream flavor. Squeezing my ass, he trails his hands up to my boobs and gives them a squeeze, pinching my nipples and rubbing them until my body is filled with frenzied butterflies.

This is insane.

I’ve had orgasms before… but not like this. Oh shit, not like this!

My chest starts heaving, breaths punching out of me in a rush as he plays with my clit, sucking it between his lips while slipping his fingers inside me.

“Yes,” I groan, digging my heels into his back as he starts working my center.

He feels so good I’m gonna lose my mind.

I am. It’s happening. I am losing my fucking mind.

Another deep groan bursts out of me, fire spreading to the outer edges of my body before racing back to my core and building to this explosive inferno that?—

“Ah!” I cry, my body shuddering. “Oh shit, yes!” Tipping my head back, I slap my legs together, totally forgetting about Carson’s poor head. He gets squeezed and assaulted by my thighs while I struggle to control this wondrous feeling rocketing through me.

“Kitten.” His muffled voice only just reaches me. “Can’t breathe.”

“Oh!” My legs spring back open, but my body is still dancing, jerking unsteadily when he frees his fingers, then stretches out on top of me with a triumphant grin.

I’m about to smile back when I feel his erection poking into my thigh. A fresh kind of hunger fires through me and I grind against it, aching for more of what he can offer.

“You want this?” he whispers against my cheek.

“Yes.” My voice is more of a pleading whimper. “Please tell me you have protection.”

“Of course I do.” He brushes his lips across my nose before leaning over the side of the bed and wrestling a condom out of his jacket pocket.

I watch his muscles move, turned on in a whole new way as he sits back up on the bed, kneeling between my splayed legs and resting his hand on my stomach.

His expression turns serious, his fingers tracing a circle around my belly button as he asks, “Have you done this before? Gone all the way?”

“Yes.” I smile, brushing my fingers down his arm. “I had a life before my car accident, you know?”

He frowns, his head jolting up so he can growl at me. “Who was it?”

Are you shitting me? He’s jealous? Right now? When I’m lying naked in front of him?

It’s impossible to hide my laughter.

“It’s not funny.” He pulls off his boxer briefs, flashing his impressive manhood at me with a sulky frown.

I start laughing again. “Yes, it is. You’re jealous of my high school boyfriend. Who is the only other guy I’ve ever been with, by the way. Just so we don’t have to go through this multiple times.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m not jealous.”

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