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“You’re just … too much of everything,” he said, the words rumbling out of his chest.

Haven blinked. “What?”

“Too confident. Too beautiful. Too you. It’s unsettling as much as it’s amazing, but you don’t even realize any of that, do you? Most women need a man to hold them up in some way—stroke their fucking egos, keep them entertained, or cater to their insecurities. You don’t give a single shit about any of that noise, do you?”

Haven grinned widely. “Why would I need you to stroke my ego or take care of me? I know what and who I am, Andino. A man didn’t make me this way—I did.”

Exactly.

And that’s why she was perfect.

“Don’t change that,” he told her.

Haven shrugged. “Wasn’t ever planning on it.”

“Good.”

That was quite enough talking for Andino. Especially when Haven reached between them, and stroked the outline of his hard cock through his slacks, eliciting another one of his gruff moans.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“I bet you’ll like when I suck you off, too,” Haven said, her words nothing more than a soft whisper against his skin. “Don’t you want to see me on my knees for you, Andino?”

Hell yes. That and more.

She palmed him with a firm enough touch that he was pretty sure he could come like that if she kept it up—that was not in the plans, though. He closed the distance between them again, and slammed his mouth down on hers. He couldn’t get enough of the way this woman kissed him; entirely wild, and unashamed. Like she couldn’t get enough, and he was the air she was trying to take into her lungs just to breathe.

Between her thighs, he found her pussy warm and damp overtop of those lace panties. She sucked in a ragged breath when his knuckles grazed along her slit, and then she released the sexiest moan when he let two of his fingers slip beneath the lace to find her sex.

Wet.

Silken.

Hot.

Tight.

Her hips bucked forward into his hand the second he thrust those fingers into her cunt—her walls clamped down around him, and a shudder raced through her body. And Christ … those blue eyes of hers flew wide, and he was kind of struck at how amazing she looked staring down between her thighs to watch him fuck her pussy with his hands.

“Damn, you’re soaked,” he murmured.

“Do you like that?”

Fuck.

Andino leaned forward, and kissed her three times to punctuate each one of his words. “So. Fucking. Much.”

“Show me, then. Taste me.”

Her words came out so fucking high and breathless, sounding like the best kind of music to him. He wondered, and leaned a little closer, making sure all Haven was looking at then was him, and nothing else … “How will you sound then, huh? When my face is between your thighs, and I’ve got that sweet pussy in my mouth? Are you going to scream for me?”

This woman never failed to stun him.

It’s just who she was.

This was no exception.

“Depends on how talented that mouth of yours is,” she countered.