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Everything I’ve felt for her. All that I’ve ignored, dismissed, and buried inside. It bludgeons me. It splits me wide open, allowing my desires to run wild.

My hands break free. I grip the sides of her head and deepen the kiss. My cock charges from the touch of her tongue, how it curls and captures my composures. Our lips mold and break in perfect tempo. Building more uncontrollable sensations.

I reach around her waist and lift her. Lips locked, I refuse to let go and walk her to the bed. I lay her beautiful body down, and mine follows.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I mumble more to myself as I hover over her, moving my lips down her slender neck.

“Stop talking,” she replies in a husky, needy tone.

I grip her shirt as she has gripped my restraint. I pull it from her shoulder. My mouth scales more of her smooth, warm skin.

Fuck. It’s like I can’t get enough of her. This is what I get for suffocating my attraction to her. The punishment presses hard on my cock.

“This isn’t a good idea,” I rasp, slipping my hands around her waist to her smooth back.

“It’s fine. Keep doing what you’re doing.” She pushes on my shoulder, giving me the nudge I need.

Shifting downward, I lift her belly to my mouth and position my eager lips against her velvety skin.

I inhale. She smells like fresh cut lilacs, clean ivory, and something else. A scent that exists only because of her. Produced by only her body.

Her sweat.

Her heat.

“Fuck, you smell good.” My lips devour her taste. My hands move from her back and slide up her shirt beneath her bra.

“Fuck. Your nipples.” I grip each tight bud and squeeze. “They’re perfect.”

Her back arches. I do it again and again. Her body curls and writhes with each pinch.

“Yes.” She grabs my hair.

A sweet throaty moan echoes in the room, affirming she’s mine to play with. Mine to touch. Mine to taste and fuck.

I drop kisses up her belly, tugging and pinching her nipples to enhance the explicit journey. With every body movement and sound, she continues to encourage my efforts.

Making my way to her mouth, I glance up. Through heavy-lidded amorous and telling eyes, she gazes down at me. She’s starving, but I recognize the look and what she needs isn’t this.

“Don’t stop.” She grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head.

She’s tempting. I’ve been tempted before for the wrong reasons. And it ended up bad. “What do you want? What do you need, Harper?”

The weight of her heavy eyelids gives. They lower. “Anything. Everything. Wait!” Her eyes pop open. “Is this what you were talking about giving me what I want.”

I stare up at her, wishing she wouldn’t do this to me. I won’t be put into this kind of situation. The result is never good.

It can be and has been deadly.

“Because it’s easy.” She stares down at me. “All I want is you.” She releases my hair and gently runs her fingers through it this time. “That’s it.” She feathers over my hair again. “I don’t need anything special. I just need you inside me.”

“Why?”

Her head lifts from the mattress. “What?”

“Why do you want me?”

“We talked about this. Remember? The tension between us? The sexual one? I know you feel it. You can’t deny it.”

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