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“Jesus,” he grunts, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Do you like when I touch you?”
I nod, then realize he’s driving and might not see me. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Do you want me to touch you anywhere else?”
I notice the car accelerating, barreling toward my house. I’m nervous and excited and so beyond caring about my stupid no-boys rule. Remington isn’t a boy, after all. He’s all man, and he seems to want me as badly as I want him.
“I want you to touch me everywhere,” I murmur, my breath growing shallow as I imagine his hands gliding over my naked body.
We come to an abrupt halt, and I don’t even realize we’re parked outside of my house until Remington rips my door open. He loops his fingers around my wrist and pulls me up, his lips fusing with mine.
“So sexy, Lucy,” he breathes into my mouth. I’m so lost in the moment, lost in his scent, his taste, his warmth, that all I can do is nod. He smirks, as if loving the fact that my brain is scrambled, then kisses me all over again.
I’m vaguely aware of being lifted into Remington’s arms, but it’s hard to concentrate on anything when he’s kissing a line up my neck and nipping on my sensitive flesh.
“Keys?” he grunts, barely managing to tear himself away from me. I take a moment to catch my breath, then dig through my purse and produce my set of keys.
Remington turns so I can have better access to the lock, but he doesn’t set me down. In fact, he keeps distracting me with little bites and kisses on my collarbone and across my chest. I love that he can’t get enough of me.
He practically kicks open the door like a freaking alpha caveman, then shuts it with his foot. I cling to his massive, muscled frame while he carries me further inside. I’m about to give him directions to my room, but he sets me down on the kitchen table, stepping between my legs.
Remington cups my face, tilting my head so we’re eye to eye. “Tell me what you want, beautiful,” he whispers softly. “I’ll give you everything.”
“I want you,” I tell him truthfully. Speaking those words out loud has me feeling unbearably vulnerable. I have my heart in my hand, holding it out for this man to either heal me or ruin me.
“I want you more than my next breath,” he instantly replies, resting his forehead on mine. “Need you, actually. But I need to hear you say it. What do you want me to do to your curvy, sexy as fuck body? Can I taste you? Make you come on my tongue? My fingers? Or maybe you’re ready for something else?”
A moan escapes from my throat as I nod, and I tighten my thighs around him, drawing him closer while I angle my head to meet his lips. Before kissing him, I murmur, “I want you to do everything,” I plead. “I just want to feel you. All of you.”
“Fuck, baby. I want that, too. Tell me your mine, Lucy. Tell me you belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” I breathe out.
“Damn right you are,” he says right before claiming my lips as his own. All other thoughts and worries about the future fall right out of my head. All I can focus on is Remington grinding his hard cock against my center.
“I feel your heat, beautiful. Do you need this?” He thrusts his hips, hitting my clit through the thin material of my yoga pants and panties.
“Yes, yes, I need you.” The words just come pouring out of my mouth, almost without my permission.
Remington kisses me again and again, each swipe of his tongue wiping away my fears and doubts until all that’s left is his taste, his smell, and his touch.
“Please,” I gasp, though I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.
Remington grunts and rubs his fingers against my pussy, over the fabric of my clothes. I grind down on his hand and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.
“Jesus, you’re so damn responsive. I’m hardly even touching you,” he grunts.
“So why don’t you touch me for real?”
His eyes go dark and his jaw tenses right before he crashes his lips on mine and kisses the breath right out of my lungs. When he tears himself away from me, it’s so he can kneel down and press his face into my core, inhaling my scent through the fabric of my clothes.
Remington growls and dips his thumbs into the waistband of my pants. I lift my hips up and watch as he peels my yoga pants and panties off in one swift move.
“This okay, Lucy?” he asks, pausing with his hands on my knees, looking me in the eyes to make sure I mean what I say.
I nod. “I want to feel you. I’ve always wondered what it would be like…” My face burns up at my words, knowing I just gave my inexperience away.
“You’ve never had anyone taste you, baby?”
