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“Do I have to ask for this?” I asked, nipping at the edge of his throat. Once I’d tugged the zipper down on his jeans, I slipped my hand inside and pushed underneath the boxer briefs, and he bit out a harsh curse.
He was so big and hot and hard in my hand, my stomach flipped weightlessly.
“Ivy,” he rasped.
When he brought his head back down, he had a slightly dazed quality to his eyes that had me grinning.
“So you want me to beg?” I asked. “Is that it?”
He weaved his hand into my hair and gripped the strands tight, and good Lord, I was going to detonate before he touched any of my good parts.
“Just tell me what you want,” he commanded. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
I want you to keep me.
I want to feel like this forever, but only if it’s you.
The thought was so immediate—bright and harsh in the way it appeared in my head without permission. My heart cracked a little with the truth of it, something I hadn’t dared think, because it didn’t make sense, and would never make sense.
There was no saying that out loud, so I pushed up on the balls of my feet and groaned when he met me halfway, the hard, demanding kiss a sweet relief after all this buildup.
His tongue swept into my mouth, his hands tightening on my body as he wrenched off what was left of my lingerie.
I wrangled with his jeans and shoved, and just like that, we were hurried again, tugging off clothes as quickly as possible. Rushing into the mind-melting heat that only seemed to exist between me and him.
There was no conceivable way this was normal, I thought as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, crowding all that impressive height over mine until I had no choice but to arch my back and let him kiss me and kiss me and kiss me.
I’d let him do anything.
I broke away on a gasp. “I just want you,” I gasped. “Please, please.”
The words flipped a switch, his hands going from sure and intentional to dominant and greedy.
He clutched me to him. There was no space between us, my hips writhing but my body still craving his.
We fell back onto the bed, and he licked and sucked and bit down the front of my body, and I could hardly breathe when he pushed my legs open and wasted no time with wedging his big shoulders between my thighs.
“I promised myself something,” he said, kissing along the inside of my thighs. “That if I got you in a bed again, I’d start right here. I went to bed last night, furious because I didn’t know how you tasted.”
His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin where he’d kissed, and my stomach started trembling.
I looked down, and from where his body was framed between my thighs, his eyes met mine.
My heart stopped.
A long, decadent swipe of his tongue, golden brown gaze still locked on mine, and my breath tangled in my throat when he made a delicious sound deep from his throat. His eyes fluttered shut, and then so did mine.
I clutched his hair and moaned, shameless and low and disbelieving when he used his tongue, then his fingers. Cameron groaned when I tightened my fist in his hair while he devoured me, and my hips rocked mindlessly, seeking friction while his hands held my thighs tight. I wanted bruises there in the shape of his fingers.
“Please,” I begged.
I was so close.
But I wanted him.
I wanted his mouth on mine, and I wanted to see his face when he shattered me into a million pieces. I pulled at his shoulders, frantic for him to come closer when a coil tightened low under my belly button.
It spiraled and spiraled again, a crackling blanket of lightning rolling in under my skin.
