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"Oh, baby, I'm always hard for you. And it doesn't have to be fake. I want you, for real if you'll have me."
She meets my gaze as if searching for the truth, then pushes away from me. I place her carefully on her feet, hating that she's gone. "I don't know what to say." She turns around and struts across the room, hips swaying.
"Don't say anything. Kiss me again."
She leans in, her lips meeting mine as her shoulder wind around me again in that possessive, desperate grip I love so much. The kiss gets my blood surging again, but after a few moments, she withdraws. Her eyes gleam with mischief and her cheeks are flushed.
"You'd better stop encouraging me before I make a mistake we both regret."
Her mistake is thinking I'd regret it.
I can see her bed, and the urge to take her to it rages within me. "I'll regret nothing, unless you do. And I swear, I won't do anything you don't want me to do. If you want me to stop, I will."
After a moment, she seems to make up her mind. "I've wanted you from the beginning."
"I know - you told me you had a crush-"
She holds up a hand, cutting me off. "No, listen. I had fantasies of you bending me over your desk. The day you asked me to go to your cabin..." she swallows hard, the hollow at the base of her throat deepening. "I would have let you do anything to me in your office. Or while I was in the tub. But I'm glad you didn't. Because I got to know you, not just who you are in bed. And I like you." She reaches out and cups my face, the delicate gesture prompting me to turn my head and kiss her palm.
Her gaze meets mine. "Now I want to know who you are in bed."
Her words ignite my entire body and I scoop her up. Carrying her to her bed, I lay her down, kissing up her slim white neck, across her jaw line, and down the center of her throat. Her hands explore my shoulders, my chest, my back as her hips buck up into me.
"You're so responsive," I murmur against her skin, nibbling her earlobe as her back arches up to meet me.
"Only for you."
There's no arrogance in her words, just a simple truth. She's all mine.
Those words are music to my ears and even though we can't make promises right now, they're perfect. "Good. I want you to be only mine."
I trail more kisses from her cheekbone down to her neck as my hands drop to the hem of her top and hike it up. She sits up to help me pull it off and toss it aside.
I slide the silky fabric of her sports bra up over her head, freeing her breasts. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I take in her perfect body. Her nipples harden under my stare and the urge to taste them fills me. I duck my head to run the tip of my tongue around them as she whimpers, her hands combing through my hair. She's perfect for me, her body moves like it was made for me, and all I want is to please her until she can't take any more.
I might be falling for this girl. She has so many secrets, there are so many things I don't know and I'm falling for her. Well, maybe falling isn't the right word. I've already fallen. I'm already lost to her. But I don't give a fuck. I'm happy. Happy doesn't happen to me. Happy is my brother's forte.
And knowing who she was doesn't matter. I know who she is. And I love who she is. I kiss down her belly, loving the softness of her skin, the random freckles dotting her flesh, the beauty of her motions as she grabs for me.
Rearing up onto my knees, I pull my shirt up and off, bunch it up and toss it to the side before quickly lowering on top of her again.
Her hands come up, running through my hair, then down my shoulders and arms. Her hands continue down my waist, then drop to my belt and quickly undo the buckle. I slide out of them and press my weight down into her welcoming warmth, not rushing the moment, but allowing her to feel me before we go any further.
"I'm not afraid." She whispers the words and I kiss her. As our lips move, our tongues dance, and her hips tilt into me, offering the perfect angle for me to slide into her warmth. No foreplay. No words. Just the physical communication of our need for each other.
"Relax," I murmur, pulling back to get protection. She watches me go, eyes glazed with need as her knees fall apart, baring her sex to me. I unroll the condom over myself with great effort before crawling up over her. I frame her face with my hands, and kiss her, deep, sweet and possessive.
"I need you. I want you. But I don't want to hurt you."
She touches my face with her fingertips. "I watched your fight with your brother. I know how much control you have. But I also know you're a predator."
"A predator who's been waiting to get his hands on you from the moment we met." I kiss down her stomach, her bellybutton, her hipbones. When I pull back, she's squirming and tugging at my shoulders, but I don't want to rush this.
"I want to savor you," I murmur gruffly, my cock already throbbing for her as I lower my lips to her belly again. She parts her legs for me and I lay my lips against the delicate flesh between her legs. I don't think I've ever wanted a woman as much as I want her.
Her fingers thread in my hair and she holds my head against her and I'm okay with that. My tongue swipes up and down her clit and she groans, bucking her hips up to meet me. I settle into a demanding rhythm and she whimpers. When I slide a finger inside of her, she cries out and I slide in another.
"Oh, yes." She whispers. "More. More."
