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She caught my eye in the reflection, smiling. “What?” she asked.

“You are so beautiful.”

She smiled, setting down her brush and walking to the bottom of the bed. She dropped her towel and crawled up the mattress like a lioness on a hunt. My cock roared to life again, and she grinned as she sat on my thighs.

“The ducky made me a promise.” She smiled as she wrapped her hand around me, causing me to groan. “I hope he plans on keeping his word.”

Then she slid back, bent, and took me in her mouth.

My shout was loud, and I slid my hands into her thick hair. “Keep doing that, and you can have anything you want, Pixie,” I praised her. “Anything.”

She rubbed my thighs, working me with her tongue and mouth, sucking and licking. Playing with my balls and teasing the crown. Letting her hair tickle my skin. Cupping me and swallowing around my length. Driving me insane with desire. She knew exactly how to touch me. Make me wild. “I need inside you,” I begged. “Pixie, please.”

She released me, licking her lips. I sat up, wrapping my hand around her nape and pulling her to my mouth. I tasted the sharpness of me on her tongue, which only drove me higher. I kissed her, sliding my hand between us, finding her slick and ready.

“You love sucking my cock, don’t you?” I asked, lifting her and laying her on the mattress. “You like making me crazy.”

“You make me crazy too,” she whispered.

I hovered over her, wrapping her legs around my hips and sliding into her, hissing at the sensation of being surrounded by her. She moaned my name, arching her back so I slid deeper, our bodies meshed together tightly.

I thrust in long, smooth motions. Held her ass to keep her close. Whispered her name, moaned in pleasure, reveled in her noises. The way she whimpered my name. Gripped my forearms. Moved with me so perfectly, our bodies in complete synchronization. Her breasts bounced as my movements became rougher, faster. I lifted her, her head falling back, the delicate line of her neck showing.

This was her favorite position. Surrounded by me, my arms holding her tight. I yanked her up, kissing her mouth, swallowing her cries of ecstasy. I loved how her breasts rubbed against my skin, her hard nipples little points of contact. How her hair brushed against my legs. The way she felt gripping me inside her. I held her close as I orgasmed, the pleasure so great all I could do was breathe her name. Hold her close and rock us together until the storm passed.

I lowered her back to the mattress, dropping kisses along her jaw and neck, the bridge of her nose, and finally, back to her sweet mouth.

I held her as she fell asleep, nothing between us but air.

And it was all I wanted there to be.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

CASEY

Iwoke up, Jesse already gone. But I could still feel his warmth on the sheets, and I could smell coffee.

I sat up, drawing my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. Lou had been right. Her blue dress was pure magic. Jesse loved it.

I was so glad we’d made up. That he’d explained his anger to me. Apologized. And his confession of hating the fact that we were hiding. It never occurred to me he wanted to be open about our relationship. Or that he considered us a relationship.

The word made me nervous, but he was right. Whether it was for now or for always, we were together and exclusive, so it was a relationship.

His words in the tub last night also surprised me. He’d never brought a woman here before me. Never shared his bed.

I was certain he never allowed them to see the sides of Jesse I saw.

His teasing. His gentleness. His terrible poem-making skills.

I knew he’d never built a garden box for someone.

And he certainly never allowed another woman to put flowers by his front porch or look after his dog.

I sighed, hugging my knees, thinking of yesterday. He was incredible. His protective side was something new to me. No one had ever shielded me before the way he did. Even knowing he had gone after Chris once was a surprise, but finding out he’d done it already—before we were even really together? It made my chest ache with some unknown feeling.

He was, hands down, the most incredible lover I had ever been with. Commanding but gentle. Rough yet careful. So sweet at times, I wanted to weep. He touched me with feeling and intent. He wanted my pleasure as badly as his own. He was a rare gift.

And I suddenly needed to be close to him again.