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God, she’s perfect. She doesn’t even try, and she’s got me undone.

She glances up, catches me staring, and her mouth curves. “What?”

I clear my throat, but my voice still comes out rough. “Just thinking you look good like that.”

She grins, wicked and soft at the same time. “Covered in dog hair and sweat?”

“Yeah.”

She laughs, and I fucking love that sound. The apartment’s a mess, boxes everywhere, but when she laughs like that, the whole damn room lights up. Iris sets Buster on the sofa and turns to me. “What do you want to work on next?”

She glances around the room, biting her bottom lip, and my cock stirs hard enough to make me see stars. Every cell in my body is screaming to forget about unpacking and get her naked, get her under me, make her moan my name until her voice cracks. That’s all I want. That’s all I ever fucking want.

“I want to work on making you scream my name.” I walk over and wrap my arms around her waist. Iris laughs, but the sound cuts off when I haul her tight against me. I bury my face in her hair, sweet with coconut and something that’s just her, and breathe her in. My hands find her hips, greedy, and I palm her ass through her yoga pants, fingers digging in just a little because I can’t help myself.

“Hunter,” she breathes, half shocked, half desperate. Her voice is pure sex. My brain just… fizzes out.

She’s so fucking soft, all curves and heat under my hands. I want her more than my next breath. My cock’s already hard, pressing into her belly, and she gasps when she feels it.

I run my hands up her sides slowly, until one cups the back of her neck. Her pulse is a drumbeat under my thumb. I tilt her chin, and her blue eyes go wide, pupils blown, lips parted. Jesus. If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never get enough of her looking at me like that. Soft, dreamy, pupils huge, and lips tinted all pink from kissing. My whole chest goes tight. I feel it in my bones and in my fucking bloodstream.

She’s so close I can count every green speck in her turquoise eyes. She shivers, just the tiniest bit, and I swear my cock gets even harder. I want her. I want every inch, every sound, every heartbeat.

I scoop her up, just lift her right off the floor like she weighs nothing, and her breath hitches. She clings to my shoulders, giggling as I carry her through the maze of boxes and straight to the bedroom. Buster follows, trotting along like the world’s proudest chaperone, then circles a few times before he flops dramatically on his dog bed with a sigh loud enough to be heard in the next county.

Iris is laughing, half strangled, her arms wrapped around my neck. “We’re never going to finish unpacking at this rate.” She wraps her legs around my waist and laughs, but her laugh breaks into a gasp when I grind her right against my cock. Holy shit. The sound she makes sends electricity flowing straight down my spine.

“Don’t care about unpacking,” I rumble, and my voice is so low and hoarse I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so damn far gone. “Only care about you.”

I set her on the edge of the bed gently. She’s so fucking gorgeous, flushed and wild and waiting for me to make the next move. My hands bracket her thighs, fingers digging in. I can’t help it. I want to own every inch of her.

She’s wearing black yoga pants and an old college T-shirt, and if I don’t get her naked in the next ten seconds, I might actually lose my mind. I kneel down and palm her thighs, spreading them, hungry for any excuse to put my mouth on her. I drag my hands up slowly, savoring every inch. My fingers dig in just above her knees, and I watch her shiver as my grip tightens.

She’s so damn responsive, it’s impossible not to tease. I run my hands up, up, up, until I'm bracing her hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles over the band of her yoga pants.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” I mutter. “All spread out, waiting for me.”

She bites her lip. “You’re terrible at unpacking.”

“Not what you’ll be saying in five minutes.” I hook my fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants and peel them down slowly. I toss the pants behind me, then yank her panties off in one rough, greedy pull. I don’t even pause. Just toss them somewhere and spread her thighs wide, because I need access. I need her. Right now.

She’s already slick and perfect, her pussy flushed and glistening for me. The sight of her spread out, waiting, makes my brain short-circuit. I can barely think. All I want is to taste her, to devour her, to make her come so hard she screams my name loud enough to shake the building.

I duck my head and drag my tongue through her folds, slow at first, just to hear the sound she makes. Holy shit. She gasps and grabs for my shoulders as I lap her up, every drop, then zero in on her clit and suck hard. She shudders, the sound that rips out of her throat so fucking hot it makes my cock ache. I flatten my tongue and lap at her, slow and filthy, letting her ride every second of it. Her hips come off the bed, desperate and wild, and I fucking love it.

“Hunter,” she gasps, voice cracking. Her fingers grab at my hair, holding on tight. I grin against her, then suck her clit again, harder now, grinding my tongue into her until she’s a mess of moans and writhing hips.

My fingers dig into her thighs to hold her open while I eat her. She’s dripping, absolutely soaked for me, and the taste of her goes straight to my fucking head. I give her another slow lick, teasing the edge, then slide two fingers inside her at once, deep enough to make her gasp and arch off the mattress.

Holy shit, she’s tight. Hot. And all fucking mine.

She fists my hair and hauls my head back, her pupils blown wide, breathless and desperate. “Please, fuck me. I need you now.”

God. Pregnancy hormones are the best thing ever. My tongue flicks her clit for one last, shattering jolt, and she shudders under me, thighs trembling. That’s my cue. I tear off my clothes like they’re barely a suggestion and toss them aside, zero patience.

Crawling over her, I reach for her shirt. She growls, wild and urgent: “Don’t bother with it. Just fuck me.” Her voice is all rough edges and need, the command ripping through me.

Yeah. No more waiting. I line my cock up and push into her in one hard, slow stroke. Jesus Christ. She’s so fucking tight I almost see stars. Her soft heat clamps around me, and I have to grit my teeth, fingers digging into her hips to keep from losing it on the first thrust.