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But it was far past time for someone—forme—to give her what she was looking for.

I dragged my hand down her side as I pinned her to the door with my hips. She was wedged there, sandwiched between me and the wooden surface. This freed me to get my hand under her damnably plain and so sexy skirt. With her legs parted, hooked around my waist, she was open to me.

A few strokes over her panty-clad pussy had her moaning into my mouth.

One hard tug on the fabric ripped the seams and prompted her to gasp.

I sucked on her lip as I rubbed my fingers back and forth over her folds, spreading all the juices and sweet cream she dripped for me.

“Adrik?”

I kissed her as I pushed one finger into her tight, wet heat.

She rocked her head back, knocking it on the door, as she cried out loudly. “Oh, God. Shit. Adrik! I—” Giving up speech, she settled on low moans and needy whimpers that made me insane.

I fucked her with my fingers, first one and then two. But it was my thumb strumming her clit that pushed her over the edge.She came loudly, gasping then crying out my name. It was sexier than I’d ever imagined, the way her eyes closed and her lips twisted into a circle of awe. Her thighs quivered around my waist as I kept her pinned there against the door, steadying her while she rode out the thrill of coming.

For me.

Just for me.

“Good girl,” I whispered into her ear.

Her pussy squeezed my fingers again, and she slumped toward me. Spent. Lax. And looking like she’d gone to heaven and back again.

“Such a good girl, coming for me like that,” I praised.

My dick throbbed, a pole of pain that I couldn’t get to at the moment. I ached for her. Ineededher like I’d never needed a woman before. But as I lowered her to her feet and braced her until she could stand on her own feet with her knees still shaky, I caught myself from following her inside and getting what I wanted.

What I needed.

Because the second I caved, the instant I surrendered, I would never have any hope of reining myself in again.

She caught her breath, keeping her face lowered, as I reached around her and opened the door.

“Go on,” I urged her, needing to see her safely inside before I could go.

Without another look at me, she obeyed. She held on to the wall for balance as she went inside.

And once the door was closed, I damned my control and adjusted my erection under my pants.

I’m going insane.

I could’ve had her. Nothing was stopping me from going in there and fucking her all night long.

Only my sense of duty could rope me back into the territory of common sense.

14

ELENA

Adrik made himself scarce the day after he fingered me and made me come at the front door.

He’d walked away that night, leaving me to go inside with my thighs sticky from my arousal, my panties hanging on as shredded scraps.

Despite how hard his penis was as he’d ground me against the door, he’d chosen distance between us.

As I headed toward the big house on the property that following morning, I sighed and wondered if it was because I was bad. Not good enough.