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His large hand brushes from my knee to my core, reading the map to my body perfectly. My sleep shorts leave nothing in terms of a barrier between us and in an instant, his fingers brush my panties to the side.
His finger slides along my slit, finding my clit with ease to apply just the right amount of pressure. As he kisses his way down my neck, my back bows into my pillow. He somehow manages to pull down my tank and sucks on my exposed nipple. Nipping, sucking. Just as he goes to pull my hardened nipple into his mouth to suck, he repositions his hand at my core, and his finger enters me as his thumb continues to strum my clit. When he presses against my inner wall with a come-hither motion—I am gone.
Heat explodes up my spinal cord, and electric pulses zip from my toes to the top of my head. Not wanting to wake my roommates, I stifle my scream by biting into his shoulder.
Vince doesn’t falter or change his pace. He stays right there with me as I enjoy each and every pulse that flows through me. Holy hell, he’s wrecking me completely.
When I come down from my orgasmic high, his grin is triumphant. “Now that’s a wakeup call, don’t ya think?”
God. This man.
All I can do is smile and nod.
I seriously can’t even string coherent words because all I manage is an approving moan as a sound effect.
Vince kisses me quickly once more, then jumps to his feet. “I’m gonna jump in the shower. I’ll be out in a few minutes. Then we’d better hit the road.”
As he turns to walk to my bathroom, the evidence of his arousal is clear by the tent that’s pitched in his sweats. “You know you could let me do something about that.”
Pointing at his obvious discomfort, I shrug like it’s no big deal.
But I’ve had an up close and personal encounter with him. I know better. Vince is a big deal.
“Your witching powers won’t work on me, Syd. If we start that, we may never leave the bed. Now get up and get dressed. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“Won’t it take you longer than a few minutes?” I reply innocently.
“Not with the images you just created in my mind,” he teases then shrugs. “Or a lot of cold water. If you keep looking at me like that, I may need both.”
I don’t get another word, but I do get the view of his glorious backside as he drops his sweats on the floor at the last second, and his perfect ass walks away from me.
