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Her pussy is bare underneath, pink and already glistening. Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, her nipples hard. Her mouth is swollen from my kisses and her eyes are hazy, and all I can think about is how much I want to be inside her. I hold her eyes as I work the tights down past her knees and off her ankles, then toss them aside.

I don’t go straight for what I want. I start at her ankle instead, pressing my mouth to the delicate bone there, then the inside of her calf, the back of her knee, working my way up. Two years of wanting her, and I’m not going to rush a single second of this. Her breathing turns shallow. By the time I reach the inside of her thigh, she’s trembling, her fingers curled into my jacket beneath her.

“Mateo,” she breathes. “Please.”

I look up the length of her body. Her eyes are locked on me, wide and pleading, her chest heaving.

“I’ve thought about this,” I tell her, my voice barely holding together. “More times than I should admit.”

“Me too,” she whispers. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

I lower my mouth to her pussy and hover there, close enough that she can feel my breath, long enough to watch her shiver. Then I kiss her, slow and open-mouthed, and she gasps, her hands flying to grip my hair, her back arching off the mat. I lick into her, a long, unhurried stroke, groaning at the taste of her, at how much I’ve wanted this, at how many nights I lay awake trying not to imagine exactly this. I think I could worship her pussy for the rest of my life.

I take my time learning her. I trace her with my tongue, then circle her clit, gentle and steady, watching every flicker of her face, every place that makes her hips lift and her thighs tense. When I flick over her clit just right, she cries out, a raw, broken sound that echoes off the mirrors, and her fingers twist in my hair, holding me there.

“There,” she pants. “Right there. Oh my God.”

I give her exactly that, over and over, until she’s grinding against my mouth. Then I ease one finger into her, and the feel of her, slick and hot and already clenching around me, nearly has me coming right there, watching her come apart under my mouth.

I push deeper and add a second finger, curling them up while I suck on her clit. Her whole body jolts. She reaches down with one hand and laces her fingers through mine where my arm is braced across her stomach, gripping hard, like she needs something to hold on to.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Mateo, please, don’t stop. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”

Hearing that, from her, like this, sets something loose in my chest. I hold her down and keep going, steady and relentless, building her higher and higher, listening to every catch in her voice, every whimper, every time she says my name. The studio fills with the sounds she’s making, the music still playing underneath.

Her thighs start to shake around my shoulders. Her grip on my hand turns almost painful. Her back draws up off the mat, every muscle in her dancer’s body pulled tight, and she goes still for one suspended second.

Then she breaks.

She comes on my tongue with a cry, her body arching clear off the mat, her thighs clamping around my head as she pulses around my fingers, wave after wave of it. I stay with her through every second, easing her down, kissing her thigh, her hip, the skin just below her navel, until her breathing evens out and her fingers loosen in mine.

When I look up at her, she’s flushed all the way down to her chest, eyes closed, glitter smeared across her cheek, a crushed wildflower stuck to her shoulder, tears drying at the corners of her eyes. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

She opens her eyes and looks at me, and there’s nothing guarded left in her face at all.

“Come here.” Her voice is wrecked. “I need you. Now.”

CHAPTER 23

Mia

I pull him back up to me, tugging his shirt off over his head. His black wavy hair falls across his forehead, and that intense gaze I’ve never been able to look away from locks onto mine. I’m still shaking from my orgasm, boneless and panting, and all I can think about is getting him inside me.

He kisses me, his mouth hungry on mine, and I can taste myself on him, but I don’t care. I hook my arms around his neck and pull him in as his hand runs up my ribs to grip my breast, his body pressing me down into the mat. I gasp as he bites my lip, and there’s an urgency building in me that I can’t slow down.

Some distant part of my mind knows anyone could walk in, but I’m beyond caring, and the odds are slim with everyone across town at the benefit. I turn my head and catch us in the mirror. I’m naked and flushed on the mat, and Mateo is broad and built, pinning me beneath him, taking control in a way I’ve never allowed anyone to before.

“Please,” I whimper, arching into him, my hand sliding down to reach for his cock.

My hands are shaking as I fumble his belt open and shove his pants and boxers down over his hips, and he kicks them the rest of the way off without ever taking his eyes off mine. I wrap my hand around him, and he’s hard and thick and so hot in my palm. He groans, a deep, ragged sound that I feel in my own chest.

I moan at the feel of him, at how badly I want him. I stroke him, root to tip, watching his jaw clench and his breath go uneven, and the power of it, knowing I can do that to him, makes me even wetter. I’ve never felt this kind of surrender with anyone, but right now I’d crawl across the floorboards if he asked me to.

He grips my jaw, holding me still and making me look at him, and I’m putty as he stares down at me. He holds me there, his eyes hooded and intent, while his other hand guides his cock to my pussy and drags the tip through my wetness. When I moan, his fingers tighten on my jaw, a quiet reminder that I’m not going anywhere. And I don’t want to. I want to stay right here under him, held exactly like this, for as long as he’ll keep me.

“I didn’t bring a condom,” he murmurs, his voice thick, his cock resting right at my entrance.

“Doesn’t matter,” I gasp, lifting my hips to draw him closer. “I’m on birth control. We’re fine, I promise. I just need you inside me.”