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“Easy? Look at me.”
“It’s—” She struggled for words.
“We don’t have to do this.” I threaded my fingers with hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s here.” She touched her chest with our joined hands. “Powerful. Already.”
I drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “Raw. Almost too raw.”
She nodded. “It scares me.”
I kissed the backs of her knuckles and met her haunted eyes. “It scares me too.”
That seemed to settle her. Her chest filled with air and she released it. Using her thigh muscles, she lifted off me and glided back down.
Baker was stunning as she rode me. Her pace was torturous, that pussy like a vice wringing me closer to orgasm with every stroke. She shifted so that our joined hands were above my head, our bodies pressed together. How she managed to fuck me and kiss me at once, I didn’t know. All of me was one giant sensation of pleasure.
We were a tangle of limbs, connected at any point we could reach.
“Touch me,” she whispered against my lips, releasing my hands.
They slid down her sides to her hips until I cupped her ass. I pinched, and her walls clamped around me.
“Not gonna last much longer.”
I slid a finger down the crack of her ass, pressed against that forbidden knot of muscle, but didn’t breach it. She tensed, though she never stopped. Her motions became fractured jerks the closer to coming she came.
I skimmed a hand up her spine into her hair and banded my other arm around her back.
“Kiss me while you make me come.”
Her lips melted against mine. My tongue sought hers and I held her tight as I matched her with one final thrust.
“Easy.” Her name was ripped from me as I spilled inside of her.
She shuddered her release and collapsed on top of me. Our chests heaved against one another’s. She clutched my hair and I buried my nose in hers while I floated back to reality.
Holy shit.
Something had just happened. I didn’t know what it was, only that I’d never be the same.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Baker
“I can’t findany of my socks.”
Holt pointed toward his bedroom with his head. “You can wear some of mine.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “My clothes seem to be disappearing.”
He shrugged. “Think the washing machine ate them?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why are you always so keen to do the laundry?”
“I can stop if you want.”
He turned his attention back to the book he was reading.No. I absolutely didn’t want him to stop. But his loungewear wardrobe was quickly turning into mine.
