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His lips were claiming mine in a way I knew would change me forever.

As my inexperienced fingers wandered down my body, pausing to dip and explore, another rush of wetness made my thighs clench, and I finally gave in to what I instinctively knew my body craved.

That was the night I discovered what it truly meant to want someone with a desperate and fiery passion. What it meant to have feelings that I shouldn’t have for my best friend.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

My heart was wide open, longing to claim his, and I knew I’d never feel the same again.

17

Loved Up

Present Day

Unfamiliar sensations woke me up. I was lying on my stomach, my arms supporting my head, and I squinted against the stream of sunlight that beamed into my eyes from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Flashes of the night before ran through my mind, and I shivered when something deliciously scratchy caressed down my spine.

“Mornin’, darlin’,” Ethan’s voice came from behind me, and my lips stretched in a wide smile at the husky sound of his voice.

“Morning,” I mumbled. I tried to stretch, but then I felt his body on top of mine, and I realized I was unable to move. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh,” he whispered and nuzzled into the nape of my neck. “I’m making sure this is the best morning we’ve ever had.”

I filled my lungs with air and kept quiet. His hands felt feather light on my body, the calluses on his palms soothing while arousing at the same time.

“I don’t know where I should start worshipping your body.” He placed a kiss on my shoulder. “But I do know that I’m going to take my time.”

A full-blown body tremble started and I bit my lip as his mouth and tongue covered every inch of me. His hands pushed under my breasts, capturing my nipples, and I sighed softly when he kept up his relentless torment on them while he kissed down he length of my body.

“I fucking love this small freckle right here on your hip,” he murmured. His hair brushed my ribs as he placed a lingering kiss on the spot, followed by a swipe of his tongue. It tickled, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to stop. I never wanted to lose the way I felt when he gave me his undivided attention. “But I’m mad for your tits. Round, soft but perky…perfect.”

I couldn’t suppress my gasp when he pinched my nipples.

“Ah, and then there’s your ass,” he sighed. His lips started to explore my bum. With every lick, bite, and kiss he placed on the cheeks, the wetter I became, and I tilted up my hips, silently begging him to put me out of my misery. “I fucking adore your ass.”

“God, keep talking,” I whispered.

His hands disappeared from my breasts, and I sighed when his cock nudged against my opening. Shit, it was already rock hard.

“I didn’t pay enough attention to your pussy last night. I need to rectify that.” His hands molded my ass before moving on to my hips where he pulled up gently. “On your knees, darlin’. Spread them wide and show me how pretty you look in the sunlight.”

I was about to get up on all fours when I felt his hand pressing down on my spine. A sliver of vulnerability passed through me, knowing that I would be put entirely on display for him, but desire won – I realized that I wanted him to see me. All of me.

The darkness had cloaked us in a cocoon last night, but now the sunlight chased it away; he would see me, and I would see him, and I realized that I wanted nothing more than to let the harshness of the light reveal us both to each other.

“Ah, yes,” he rasped when I did as he asked – my ass was up, knees and legs spread wide, and my upper body and head were down on the bed. Just as he’d asked. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

He hummed as I felt more than saw his head disappear under me and his mouth blew on my sensitive bud. “Hold on tight,” he warned. When his tongue gave me one, long lick, I whimpered, but as his tongue flicked my clit, over and over again, I fisted my hands into the sheets and held on.

He didn’t tease me. He consumed me. He licked and sucked and nibbled everywhere, and I let him. I couldn’t refuse him.

Wetness surged through me the harder and longer his mouth worked on my pussy, and I became lost in his groans and how he made me feel.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “Baby, I need you inside me. Now.”

He hummed on another long lick, but before I knew it, he’d disappeared, put his hands on my hips and flipped me down to lie on my back. His scruff and lips glistened, wet from my arousal, and I moaned at the ferocious glint in his gaze as he leaned down and put his mouth on my nipple. I felt two of his fingers thrust inside me, causing me to spread my legs even wider and I grabbed my ankles, baring myself before him. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to touch him, to feel connected to him while he brought me closer and closer to bliss. The only thing I could reach was his hair, but it was enough. It gave me the connection I craved, and I tugged when he rumbled deep from his throat.

He released my nipple on a loud pop before he covered my body to claim my lips. Always eager, I kissed him back, closing my eyes as his tongue swept through my open mouth and dueled with mine. I panted, writhed, even mewled, as I rode his fingers, completely shameless in my passion.