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“I understand, and I’m not rushing you.”

I nodded. “I know.” I dragged my fingers across his cheek, sinking them into his dark hair. “But don’t put distance between us. That’s the last thing I want.”

“What do you want, Brooklyn?” His voice was now gritty and powerful.

“You know …”

“I want to hear you say it.”

When I shifted my hips up, I brushed over his tip again, and as I drew our chests together, my breasts flattened against his muscular pecs.

“I want you. I want your touch.” My lips went to his ear as I hugged him into me. “I want your dick in my mouth so I can suck it.” I kissed his earlobe and around the shell of his ear. “And then I want you inside me until you come. But I want to feel you bare, Macon.”

“You don’t want me to wear a condom?”

“No.”

He studied my eyes. “You’re on the pill.”

It was a confirmation, and I gave it to him by saying, “Yes.”

“Brooklyn …”

“What I know is that I want you.” I just didn’t know if, after all of this, he would still want the same. “Nothing is going to change that—for me. If we’re both safe, protected, then there’s no reason we need to use one again.”

“Something I never ever do.”

“I remember you saying that you never dated either, and now, we’re here.”

He laughed. “You’re right about that.” As he quieted, he didn’t stop scanning my eyes. “You’re sure about this?”

I nodded.

And when I leaned back, he gripped both my cheeks. “Say it, Brooklyn, so I can lick the words off your tongue. I want to feel them in my mouth, and then I want to lick your cunt.”

His presence and feel were so powerful that it felt like he was already doing that to me.

My nails found the back of his shoulders, and I let them dig in. “No condom. I want to feel you, and I want to feel you fill me.”

“So fucking dirty,” was the last thing he uttered before his mouth was on mine, his tongue moving between my lips.

As my lips parted to let him in, I was overcome with Macon’s flavor. That woodsy scent, mixed with spicy bergamot and smoky nutmeg.

I couldn’t get enough.

Of him.

Since there weren’t any clothes covering us, there was nothing to take off, so the touching came immediately. A graze across my nipple, a grab of my ass. A tug of my hair. A brush against my clit.

His hands were everywhere.

His mouth now on my neck, moving until it touched my collarbone, pressing sweet but hungry pecks across it before it began to lower to my chest.

“Macon,” I moaned as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

My hand slid into his hair as he sucked that hard peak.

As he bit it.

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