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Yeah, she did. She wanted a lot of things. Things East seemed to be able to give her. Sex. Passion. Maybe it wasn’t a date or a relationship, but she wanted what he was offering. And she was finding it harder and harder to deny that desire.
“I do want it. But there’s nothing between us, East.”
“There’s a lot between us.” He thrust his hip against her inner thigh, and she felt his erection press against her.
“Nothing real,” she clarified.
She thought for sure he’d come back with a joke about how real he was and thrust again, but he didn’t. He didn’t joke. Didn’t play coy. He looked her in the eyes and said the one thing she wasn’t expecting:
“You’re right.” Something in that admission hit her hard. Truth. They both recognized it and yet…he was still between her thighs. “There’s nothing real here. I’m casual and emotionless most of the time, right?”
She opened her mouth to refute that, because he had a lot of emotion. He just kept it hidden. But hadn’t she fired a similar comment at him the other night? Told him that if he had feelings she sure as hell couldn’t see them?
“East, you’re not emotionless—”
“So then there’s no reason why I can’t have my cake…” He slowly sank to his knees, cutting off her statement. He kissed the inside of her knee, then tossed her legs over his shoulders. “And eat it, too.”
When his mouth ran along her panties, she moaned.
“I still kind of hate you.” She mostly hated how he made her feel. And loved it. But hated that she loved it.
He nodded. His hair brushed between her thighs and set her skin prickling with heat. “You also kind of like me.”
Maybe she did. He was so confident. And lord knew he brought out the best passion and worst irritation in her.
“Maybe a little…” she said.
“Oh, sweet Natalie,” he said, and moved her panties down her legs and off. “Can’t we just get along?” And then his tongue snaked out and hit her clit in one strong lash.
“Oh! God yes!” she said and tunneled her hands into his hair.
He ran his mouth the entire length of her core, then back down again, slowly sampling every inch of her. He sucked gently on her soft folds. Then his strong arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her closer, and he impaled her on his stiffened, waiting tongue.
“Oh yes!” she cried again, the only word she could think to say. There she was, in her shop with the sexiest, most infuriating man between her thighs, and all she could do was turn into a puddle for him and beg for more.
It was this kind of feeling she didn’t know what to do with. The kind that was addicting. The kind that could get her heart into trouble.
“How’s my finesse
now, baby?” he growled, and then flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue.
“Good…so good…”
She was so close. The sides of his face pressed against her thighs, and the soft scratch of his stubble tickled as his jaw moved with every swipe of his tongue. Her skin was alive, and every move he made delivered a fresh jolt of intensity.
He was devouring her.
The man was beyond finesse. He was a master. She felt made of smooth caramel that he warmed up, only to retreat before melting her again and again.
He shoved his tongue deep, then pulled away to suck at her clit and everything in between. The way he kissed along her folds and then ran the tip of his nose along the cleft of her sex sent her into a spiral of crazed need.
She didn’t just feel seen, sexy, or beautiful…she felt worshiped.
A man like East, on his knees before her…
The idea was enough to snap a flare of deep, hard lust from her stomach to her breasts. This wasn’t the quick, wild passion of their other encounters. It was slow, raw passion—consuming and just steady and deep enough to really, really feel it—everything he’d ever made her feel but on another level.
She loved fast and hard and everything else about how Easton fucked her. But this was something else entirely. And she liked it, too.
