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His tongue settled on my clit, flat and unhurried, and he sucked, and slid one finger into me. I looked down and watched him.

“Good girl,” he said as I rocked against him.

When I rocked up again he added a second finger, then laid his forearm across my hips so I couldn’t keep rocking against him. “Patience.”

“No,” I gasped. “Right there. Don’t stop.” I came against his face. He looked up at me, pleased with himself.

I tugged him up for a kiss. Sparrow was asleep down the hall, and for the first time I wasn’t thinking about which house I’d wake up in. This was our bed.

He took a condom from the bedside drawer and put it on.

I scooted back on the bed and pulled him with me. I stroked him once and lined him up. “Inside,” I said. “I’ve had your mouth and your fingers. I want the rest of you.”

“You have me, sweetheart.”

He pushed into me slow, watching my face. I was still sensitive from his mouth. He felt me hesitate and went still. I got both hands on his hips and pulled, and he sank the rest of the way with a groan.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “You can keep doing that too.”

His forehead dropped to mine. When I shifted, he groaned again, quieter. “Give me a second, sweetheart.” His voice was rough. “I’m trying not to make a fool of myself.”

“Don’t.” I kissed him. I could taste myself on him. “I danced. You watched. Don’t hold back.”

He drew back and pushed in. I answered with a small roll of my hips. His hand fisted in the sheet by my head.

“There,” I said. “Do that again.”

He found the angle and kept it. Deep, steady.

“Harder,” I urged.

He gave it to me. Same angle, more weight. My heel slipped on the sheet, so I planted it on the back of his thigh and pushed down. I got my fingers in his hair, the silver coarse against my palm, and made him look at me. “You know it’s good. Stay there. Say it.”

“Good girl.” He didn’t look away. His hand slid between us, thumb on my clit. He rubbed in time with his hips. “Come on. Let me feel it.”

I came looking at him, my leg locked over his hip. I pulled him in deep and kept him there.

A few more strokes and his rhythm went. He came with a rough groan into my neck, hips tight to mine. He kissed my throat the way he’d kissed my thigh, soft. Then he eased out, took care of the condom and lay with his head on my chest. I played with the silver in his hair.