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“Oh!” I cry, thrusting my hips forward.

He curls his fingers again, stroking something deep inside me, and I fly straight off a waterfall cliff. I grip his arm, shivering as my muscles spasm involuntarily. A loud, rippling noise, a cry-filled gasp escapes my lips.

I don’t mean to be loud, and thankfully, the dining-hall dance party is raucous enough to cover us. He turns me, wrapping his arm around the front of my shoulders and holding my back to his chest. I can feel his erection, but all I care about is the intense orgasm radiating through my core.

His voice is at my ear. “Tweak your nipples.”

Lifting my hands to my exposed breasts, I pinch and pull the hardened peaks. Another surge of electricity shoots through my insides, and my body tries to bow forward.

He holds me firmly against his chest, kissing the side of my neck, my hair, my ear as his two fingers glide in and out. I moan and whimper, stumbling as my knees weaken.

“That’s it, baby, ride it out.”

I have no choice. I’m having an orgasm I never knew existed. I’m on my toes bucking my hips forward against his hand, and I feel his cheek rise with a smile.

“You’re so beautiful.” Another kiss to the side of my neck. “It’s going to feel so good when I’m inside you.”

Oh, God, I believe him.Shivering, the orgasm begins to recede. I’m weak and trembling, and with every final, gentle stroke, another little gasp slips from my lips. Looking down, I see my breasts, nipples erect rising and falling.

He gives me another kiss, another circle of his thumb against my clit, and the pleasure is near pain.

My hand shoots down, and I hold his wrist. “Too much.”

A low chuckle, and he moves his palm flat against my lower stomach. His arm releases my upper chest, sliding down to lift and cup my breasts.

“I love these.” He kisses me again, sliding his thumbs over the stiff peaks.

My eyes are closed, and I’m glowing and sated. He turns me to face him again, wrapping strong arms around me and holding me securely against his chest. It’s the only place I want to be after sharing that extreme experience.

“I’ve never come like that before.”

“You’re perfect.”

Curling my fingers against his shirt, I exhale the words. “I want you.”

His low voice is confident. “I know.”

17

Zane

“We could take a detour. I’m sure Miss Gina wouldn’t mind if we were a few minutes late.” Rachel blinks coy eyes at me from the passenger’s side of the Jeep.

When we emerged from the pool area last night at Cooters & Shooters, I was already strategizing how we might find a way to be alone for longer than fifteen minutes.

Her body is so beautiful, and she responds so quickly to my touch. I’m out of patience. I’ve reached the limit of my control, and as much as I want her to have a memorable first experience, I really want to fuck her.

It doesn’t help my resolve that she overtly feels the same way.

Everyone was excited after the dinner dance party last night. Miss Gina and Claws hung around the kitchen “meeting the chef,” and Gloria was in full sales-mode, signing everyone up for the pool tournament.

Eddie Nashville is the main attraction, and even if he stayedat a safe distance from the crowd, stroking Smokey the whole time, I think he was pleased.

It was the first time in a long time we all went to bed at the same time, and I fell asleep waiting for the house to get quiet. I had a mind to sneak across the hall for one more hit of Rachel’s kisses.

All my carefully laid plans, my resolution that it’s better for me to be alone seem to have flown out the window. I was actually considering going back to the house last night after Edward’s pool lesson—until Sam Allen showed up.

The sight of her coming on my hand changed all my instincts to primal urges.

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