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“This is ridiculous,” I bite out, stomach heaving as I turn around in Duke’s arms. I put a hand on his naked stomach. “We’ve been dancing around this from day one. Can we just—I don’t know, finally fool arou—”
But Duke is giving me what I ask for before I even finish the question, slanting his mouth over mine.
CHAPTER 10
The Good Kind of Second Guesses
Wheeler
His lips are achingly soft and warm, a contrast to the masculine roughness of his beard. My blood ignites as those lips begin to move, a slow, careful caress that has me curling my toes.
How’d he know?My thoughts pound in time to my heartbeat.Was I that obvious?
How.
The fuck.
Did heknow?
“Thank God,” he murmurs into my mouth, tongue toying with my bottom lip. “I been dyin’, sweetheart. Dyin’ to do this for way too long.”
Oh, wow, this guy is good.
So,sogood at kissing me. My cunt pulses when he opens my mouth with his tongue, and I plaster my body against his, gliding my hand up his chest before tucking my fingers into the hollow underneath his ear.
He groans, the sound drawing my nipples to tight, almost painful points. I lick into his mouth and taste him. He’s hot and clean, like he just downed a bunch of water.
He slips a hand inside my shirt. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” I pant, arcing my thumb over the sharp line of his jaw.
“To stop.” His hand moves ever so slightly north.
“Abso-fucking-lutelynot.” I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head. Then I reach for his hand and put it on my breast. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Fuck.” It’s more a rumble than a word. His thumb moves over my nipple. At the same time, he massages my breast, another slow caress that has the ache between my legs soaring to new heights. I press against him, eager for the contact, his warmth.
Eager to finally have him.
I’m hit by the acute need to be totally, completely naked with this man. All this skin on skin feels so,sogood, probably because it creates so much heat. My nipples brush his chest as I roll my hips, and that’s when I feel it.
Feelhim.
His dick has gone full salute. He’s hard, and his leaking tip urgently presses into my leg.
He. Is.Huge.
“You got me”—he gently tugs my bottom lip between his teeth before ducking his head to kiss my neck—“wild, Blue. You’re so pretty and soft and fuckin’—you’re wet, aren’t you? That’s what does it for me. Knowin’ I turn you on.”
In reply, I make quick work of taking off my pants and underwear, kicking them to the bottom of the bed. “Why don’t you find out?”
“Aw, Blue.” His hand skates down my side. It curls around my hip before it wraps around my thigh. He lifts my leg and props my knee onhiship, spreading me wide.
He reaches between my legs. I sputter when his first two fingertips find my clit. The wind must have died down, because I can literally hear how wet I am.
“Goddamnit,” he whispers into my mouth.
I arch my back, pressing myself into his touch. “It’s been a long day.”
