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“No,” she counters.

“Then shut up,” I say with a laugh, though I’m not sure how. Mostly because my lips never part from hers and I hope they never do tonight. Fuck breathing. I’ll die for these kisses.

Well, maybe not, but still . . .

I’m still holding her in my room, her shirt missing, but jeans sadly intact and I’m fully clothed. That needs to change.

Knocking my hat off, she pushes my hair from my face, staring at me, probably wondering why the hell I still have my clothes on. I swallow as though it’s painful to let her go and set her down on the bed.

Teasing her, I slowly take my shirt, letting it fall to the floor beside me. Her eyes move over my tattoos and chest, dragging lower to the distinct outline of my cock straining against my jeans.

Moving my hands to my belt, I pause. “You wanna do this part?”

She smiles, the side of her face glowing from the light of the moon shining through my windows. “I could . . . if youneedme to.”

My heart pounds in my ears. “I think you know Iwantyou.” I nod to my hard-on. “Hasn’t gone away all night.”

She motions for me to come closer with a flick of her hand. I take the couple steps toward her, my eyes locking on hers. When I’m standing before her, my hands hanging at my sides, hers move to my hips, thumbs stroking over the ridges and muscles of my stomach.

Leaning in, she drags her parted lips down my left hip, then my right, and finally to the center of my stomach right above the waistband of my jeans.

My breath catches. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve had a woman’s touch down there I’m ready to fucking come again just at the sensation of her lips that low.

She peeks up at me. “Pleasetell me you have a condom.”

“Why, do I need one?” I look down at her with amusement.

She raises an eyebrow. “Really, dude?”

“Kidding.” Unbuckling my belt, I slide my pants off and kick them aside.

Walking beside my bed, I reach to my nightstand praying there’s a condom in there but knowing if there’s not, I can steal one from Owen or Gavin downstairs.

Mila tosses her jeans next to mine, leaving her panties on for me to take off.

I fucking love that.

There’s a condom in my hand, so I set it on the edge of the bed and drop to my knees near her, positioning myself between her legs. Running my hands up her thighs, I spread them just a little and reach for the edge of her black panties.

Gripping between my fingers, I stare at her as I pull them down. She lifts her ass off the bed placing her feet on my shoulders to help me out.

When I get her panties past her knees, my eyes immediately go to her pussy.

Goddamn. I’ve never in my life wanted to have sex with a woman so badly. And that includes the awkward teenage years whenever I’d see Eva Mendes and got a hard-on.

Once I have her panties off, I coax her legs apart further with a smile.

Her eyes widen when I bite the inside of her thigh and then sweep my tongue over the reddened mark.

I can tell she likes it, her thighs opening wider, her hands moving from beside her to my hair, fisting, pulling, urging me on. I dip my head, the tip of my tongue sliding from the bottom of her slit to the hard pebble of her clit in a slow, steady motion.

“Do you like that?” I whisper against her wet lips.

She says something, but I don’t hear it, mostly because she moans and tosses her head back against the mattress. She rocks her hips up slightly, a plea for me to continue.

I do. My tongue flicks out again but, this time, I flatten it and lick her opening. She tastes so fucking good I never want to stop, driving my tongue in deeper, probing and sucking her pink folds in my mouth.

My mind races with thoughts of my cock replacing my tongue and then feeling of the tip sliding in. Unable to control myself, I groan against her, my needy hands wrapping around the tops of her thighs and shoving her pussy in my face. “Fucking Christ,” I mumble, lapping at her juices like a mad man.

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