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I snuggled close to him. “Flannel.”
Brushing a few curls from my face, he said, “You lost me.”
“I like flannel sheets. In the winter. Keeps me warm.”
His head dipped and his lips grazed my temple as he murmured, “I’ll keep you warm.”
My heart fluttered once more.
He added, “You can even rub your feet against mine if they get cold.”
“That was romantic,” I told him. “You’re getting good at this. Not that I’m surprised. Is there anything you don’t excel at?”
His jaw instantly clenched. He immediately corrected the tense gesture.
“Let’s just say you inspire me.”
I saw that he meant those words. I also noted that there was something ominous around the fringes. The dangerous look that crossed his face when he went to that dark place in his mind.
“You’re thinking about the Lux?”
“No.” His fingers swept over my cheek. “I’m thinking about you. Only you. And how much I want you again.”
“Oh. You’re in luck, then.” I straddled his lap. Reached toward the nightstand where he’d dum
ped condoms. I did like how prepared he was—in mass quantity, no less. I clearly wasn’t the only one thinking once would never be enough.
My fingers shook a little with anticipation as I tore open the packet. Dane’s hands covered mine to steady them as I rolled the condom down his erect cock. My hand slid up and down—he was just too tempting.
“That feels good.” His eyes blazed. “But you know what I really want.”
Adrenaline pumped through me. “Yes.”
I shifted slightly and his tip slid along my slick folds to my opening. His hands clasped my hips and I eased down, this time perfectly fine with drawing him in slowly, relishing every inch as he filled and stretched me.
Our gazes connected. My fingers curved around his shoulders. He thrust deep. The air rushed from my lungs.
“Dane.” He felt incredible.
He moved languidly. Heat flared in his emerald irises, but emotion edged in. His jaw worked. His grip on my hips tightened. I did things to this man. For the life of me, I didn’t know what, but it was stamped over his hard features.
Warmth flooded me, not just from the way we made love. It was everything—the way he made me feel, the way he responded to me, the way he watched me so closely, so astutely.
He sat up, thick and hard, deep in my pussy. One of his hands swept hair from my shoulder and cheek. Then his fingers trailed along the column of my neck, over my collarbone. Downward to palm my breast. His head dipped and his tongue fluttered against my puckered nipple, eliciting a tingly sensation that spread throughout my body. He suckled deep and I gasped.
My head fell back on my shoulders, my eyelids closing. He squeezed my breast firmly and his tongue flickered over the taut peak. His other arm slipped around my waist, possessively holding me to him. I rocked slightly, losing myself in the feel of him and all the pleasure he sparked.
“The frankincense on your skin is even more addictive than the ice cream,” he murmured against my breast. His warm breath teased my nipple tighter. “This scent is perfect for you.”
I had to admit, it captivated me as well, one more element to make this the most sensual experience of my life.
“I’m tempted to lick it off every inch of you,” he said.
A soft moan fell from my lips. “I officially concede that whatever you want to do to me will be spectacular.”
“Nice to see I’ve finally won you over.”
“Something tells me you never doubted you would.”
