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I’ve barely turned over when his hands come to my hips and he hauls me to my knees, wet and bared for him. Hesitation streaks through me—I haven’t been in this position for years. It’s submissive and vulnerable, and I usually don’t like it.
Like he senses my skittish thoughts, his big hand smooths over my lower back. “You okay, baby?”
I focus on the warmth of his hand on my skin and nod, dragging in a deep breath. “Uh-huh.”
He’d never push me too far. He’s always watching me, gauging my reaction.
Behind me, he shifts, and his lips are on my back, kissing a trail down my spine. “Do you trust me, Hazel?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” I’m wet and aching, waiting for him to get me off, and my frustration slips through in my tone. “I trust you.”
He makes that low, pleased noise I love. “Good.”
His tongue circles my asshole and my eyes go wide at the warm, wet sensation. A hoarse noise of pleasure chokes out of me and his fingers tense on my hip.
“Have you done this before?” he murmurs as he strokes back and forth.
I’m blinking at nothing, my full attention on where his tongue touches me as heat moves through my body. “No.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I gasp. I’m getting wetter. “Rory,” I moan. “I need to come. I need more.”
“I know you do.” Still, his tongue draws those lazy, slick circles against the tight pucker. “How badly do you want to come?”
My hands clench into fists. “I’m going to fucking kill you later.”
“I have no doubt.” His tongue delves inside me and I moan, high and needy. My spine is tingling. “Oh, fuck, Hazel,” he groans. “You just clenched on my tongue. That’s so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”
I grit my teeth, breathing hard. I’m about to burst out of my skin.
“If you want more, you need to earn it.”
I whimper, teetering on the edge of insanity. This is torture, but I love it. “What do you want?”
“Stay with me here until the League Classic.”
“What?” I can’t think straight when he’s touching me like that. “Until New Year’s?”
He pauses before pressing a kiss to my lower back, exhaling against my skin. “I like you being here. It feels right.”
His words and the way he says them, soft and sincere, settle right into my heart. “Okay. Yes. I’ll stay here.”
I’d probably say anything right now, with the way he has me worked up, but the past few days have been a dream, us in our own little snow globe.
“Say that it feels right.”
“It feels right.”
“Say that if we do this, it’s not the last time.”
My rule. My stupid rule that was supposed to keep me from catching feelings. “It’s not the last time.”
“Good girl.” Is that relief in his tone? “Alright, Hartley.” His hand returns between my legs, rubbing my clit in firm, wide circles with the flat of his fingers, fast and light, exactly the way I need, and goosebumps scatter across my skin. “You’ve pumped up my ego enough for tonight.”
