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I let him work himself up, leaving marks up and down his throat before moving onto his shoulder, his collarbone, scrapping my teeth down the center of his chest. He’s pinching his lips closed to keep the sounds contained, and I know I’ll have to get him out of here soon.
The tip of my tongue traces his nipple in slow, teasing circles. His arm on my shoulder hooks around my neck, pressing me closer until I take the little bud in my mouth and suck.
“Oh my god,” he moans, breathy and quiet. “Can you do that a little lower?”
I grin up at him and break off with a wet pop. “Want me to suck your dick, sweetheart?”
“I kind of wish you could suck me and fuck me at the same time.”
Oh, how I love his dirty mind.
“That’s what toys are for.” I travel back up his chest and take his lips in a demanding kiss. He moans into my mouth, and I cup my hand around his throat with just enough pressure to quiet him. “We should go.”
He nods vigorously, and it takes all of my willpower not to take him out of here bridal style. It takes both of us pushing his scrunched up shirt back down his chest and another round of kissing before we finally pull apart.
I barely get the floorboard door closed to the tree house before Shiloh is stripping his shirt off and sinking to his knees.
He’s absolutely gorgeous with his dark curls fanning his pink cheeks with a lust red blush extending down his firm chest. Only a pair of flimsy boxers with a wet stain stands between the humid night air and his aroused cock.
“What’s this?” I ask, stroking his cheek and watching his eyes fall closed. “I thought I was the one giving to you tonight.”
“You are.” He smiles around the thumb I press to his lips, flicking it with his tongue. “I just liked how this felt at the auction. I like how you look at me.”
I bring myself down to my knees in front of him and press my mouth to his. Tasting Shiloh is something I’ll never tire of.
“How do I look at you?”
He sighs softly against my mouth. “Like you never want to stop.”
I don’t. I want this man as mine—on his knees, in my bed and arms—for the rest of my life. But a confession like that might scare him away when he’s still this fragile.
I only wish I had more time to build him up. I wish a goodbye wasn’t waiting on the tips of our tongues like an inevitable poison.
“I love you,” I say, soothing a hand through his hair when his shoulders tense. “I love your stubbornness. The brattiness. I love the way you give into me. I love the way you fight me. I love how much you care, even if you refuse to let yourself show it.”
His body quakes beneath my fingers, one hand sculpting a path of goosebumps across his body.
“You told me to make love to you. This is part of it.” I tip his head back and leave matching marks down the side of his neck I missed in the bathroom. “If it’s too much, if you need me to stop, you know your safewords.”
His hands rise to my shoulders with a tight, trembling grip. “I can do that?”
I pull back, cupping his face in my hands. “You can use your safeword with me whenever you want. Sex and scenes aren’t a requirement. If you’re overwhelmed, if you need help, that’s what it’s for.”
He kisses me then in a way he never has before. It’s not sexual. It’s not searching or demanding. There’s no aggression of submission.
There’s just Shiloh in his truest form.
Tears stream down his cheeks, but I pretend not to notice.
I place a soft hand on his chest, and with his eyes staring into mine, he gets the message. He lays back, kicking his legs out until he’s flat on the floor. A blanket beneath him would have been a good idea, but there’s a heavy desire building in my chest claiming that I need him now. Badly.
He lifts his hips as I slip the underwear down his legs, and here he is fully naked in front of me. It’s not the first time by a long shot, but the vulnerability in his eyes tells me this is important. Groundbreaking.
I leave kisses down his stomach, ghosting my touch over his sides so his little whimpered pants grow in intensity.
There’s no teasing when I reach his cock. It stands proud, full, and flushed, nearly the size of my thumb. I press my tongue to the underside and wrap my lips around it, encouraged by the hand that flies to my hair.
“Yes, please,” he moans, tugging as I suck him with gentle, even motions, stroking his length with my tongue.
