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“You need this off.”

Sitting up, she takes off her shirt while I lean over and flip on the lamp next to the bed. I take the shirt from her and toss it over my shoulder, then sit back on my knees and slide my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs, then up her waist. When I cup her breasts, her back arches, and her head falls back on her shoulders. I lean in and nip the tip of one breast, making her gasp. “I swear I couldn’t get you off my mind all evening. Actually, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind for fucking days.”

“I know. Me too.” She digs her nails into my abs as I lick around her nipple, tugging the other with my fingers. Her tits are just as perfect as I imagined they’d be and overflow my hands.

Moaning, she uses her long legs to pull my hips closer as I draw one nipple fully into my mouth and tug. She moves her hands down my abs, and I feel the brush of her hand against my cock over my sweats and silently curse while pulling my hips back.

Nipping her nipple, I look up at her, then slide my fingers under the edge of her panties and watch her hold her breath while I grin.

“Don’t be mean to me.” She lifts her hips, and I shake my head.

“I could never be mean to you.” I pull her other breast into my mouth, then slide a finger along her folds and circle her clit before sliding it down to do the same at her entrance. When I slide two fingers into her, I know I could come from just touching her, she’s so wet and soft. Pumping against her G-spot, I listen to the sounds she’s making, then kiss my way down her belly, licking around her belly button, then nip above her pubic bone. The material she has covering her is almost nonexistent, and I easily rip it aside, nipping the lips of her pussy before burying my face between her legs. I suck her clit while my fingers move in sync with my tongue, and she begins to clamp down on my fingers while her legs shake. I should let up, but I can’t get enough of her taste, and I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to get my mouth on her and don’t want to pull away. When I drag another orgasm from her and she starts to push at the top of my head, I let up with one last lick.

“Oh my god.” She pants, her chest rising and falling quickly. Settling between her legs, I take her mouth, and she doesn’t pull back. Her fingers slide through the hair at the nape of my neck, and her legs wrap around me tightly. “Wyatt,” she whispers when I trail my mouth down her throat to her breasts once more.

“I’m right here.” I cup one breast, then pull the other into my mouth and let it go with a pop. “I love your tits.” I nip her other nipple, and she whimpers. “I want to fuck you.” Her legs clamp around my hips. “Will you let me?”

“Yes.” Her eyes, half masked, meet mine.

Leaning back, I grab the scrap of material at her hips and tear it down her legs, then kick off my sweats and boxers. When I wrap my hand around my cock, her eyes widen.

“Remember when I told you that I’ll make sure I fit?”

“I’m not sure that’s going to be possible.” Her breath catches when I slide my fingers along her folds, then her hips jerk when I roll them over her clit.

“Sensitive?”

“I just had two orgasms,” she sasses, and I pinch her clit, making her gasp.

“Wyatt.”

“Hush, Genevieve.” I lean over, kissing her, then reach over and open the drawer of the nightstand and take out a condom. Sitting back on my calves, I rip it open with my teeth while she watches, her hands moving up her sides to her breasts, her hair spread out on the pillow behind her.

My cock throbs, and I have to take a second to wrap my hand around it and squeeze to ease some of the tension. When I get myself under control, I slide the condom on and grip the base of my cock while holding on to her inner thigh, then move my thumb to her clit, circling. Slipping up and down along her folds, I line myself up, then enter her inch by slow inch, taking my time as I slide in and then out, working my way deeper.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I bite out.

The deeper I get, the harder the heels of her feet press into my ass, and her hands move to hold on to my sides. Whimpering, she takes every inch I give her while her eyes stay locked on mine. I will for the rest of my life remember the way she looks as I feed her every last inch, and the sight of her pussy locked around my cock.

Moving slowly, I drag back my hips, then slide back in, watching her lips part while her hand slides between her legs, her fingers spreading open around my length.

“Harder.” She leans up, and I give her my mouth as I pick up the pace, going harder, afraid I’ll hurt her, but the sounds she’s making encourage me to go faster.

When she begins to clamp down around me and her nails dig into my back, I know she’s close.

“Come for me,” I order, grabbing her hands and yanking them up above her head.

Whimpering, she comes as her legs lock around my hips, and I slam into her twice more before I plant myself deep, unable to hold back any longer. Dragging my mouth from hers, I bury my face in her throat and release her hands.

“I think I just died,” she whispers, sliding her hands down my back, and I start to laugh while my heart pounds and my breath comes in uneven pants.

“Your pussy might kill me,” I tell her, and she giggles. The sound of it while I’m still buried inside her makes my chest feel strange.

“The good news is”—she slides her hands up and then down my back—“I think I’ll be able to sleep now.”

“Good.” I kiss her throat, then roll us until she’s sprawled out on my chest. Sliding my fingers through the hair at the side of her head, I stare at the ceiling, my mind going a million miles an hour. The moment I met this woman, I knew that she could fuck up my life. I just didn’t realize how quickly that might happen. But with every layer I peel back, I find out something else about the woman falling asleep on my chest that makes me like her even more. Genevieve Fenwick isn’t just another beautiful woman. She’s a paragon of humility, humor, strength, and kindness, wrapped up in the perfect package. She’s also the woman who will be my downfall if I can’t convince her to give us a chance despite her apprehensions and my own.

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