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And then all I can think about is how I’m going to have her… right now.

CHAPTER

SIXTY-TWO

ELODIE

I tremble standing in front of him, wrapped in a towel. I can’t stop thinking about what he said just a few moments ago, that the only thing he wants to eat is me.

I want that, too.

Like, a lot.

Like, right now.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait too long. He walks straight for me, and only a few steps close the distance between us. I expect him to wrench the towel off me, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he doesn’t touch me at all.

My breathing comes out ragged, my chest rising and falling as I try to calm myself down, wondering what he’s going to do. But I don’t have to wonder long. Slowly, he begins to strip his clothes from his body, almost as if he’s giving me a show instead of the other way around.

Though I doubt he realizes he’s doing it. He’s just taking everything off, and I’m just that mesmerized by him that it turns me on. I know for a fact that I’ve never felt this way around a man before in my life.

Coast is the only one. It doesn’t matter that he’s almost twice my age. It doesn’t matter that he’s lived a whole life before I was even born. None of it matters because he’s the one. I know deep in my soul that he is.

Pressing my thighs together, I squeeze them as I wait with excited anticipation for what is going to happen next. His gaze searches mine before he dips his chin, and I feel his lips touch my own.

His fingers gently wrap around the knot of the towel that’s firmly tucked into the center of my chest before he pulls it loose. He lets the towel drop to the floor at our feet. My breath hitches when the cool air of the room brushes against my warm skin.

My fingers glide down the muscles of his abs, feeling every ridge there. My eyes follow the path, hesitating slightly before I curl my fingers around his length and gently begin to stroke him there. I want him inside me.

He makes a tsking sound and takes a step backward, causing my hand to fall from his length. A noise escapes my throat, and I didn’t realize it came from me, but it’s a whimper or a cry, I’m not sure.

“I’m not ready for this to be over. Not yet,” he mutters before he walks past me, his lips twitching into a smirk.

I turn around, watching him move toward my bed. He stops at the side before he turns his head and looks over at me. Here I am, standing completely naked in front of him, watching, wondering what I’m supposed to do while at the same time trying to catch my breath, because I’m finding it increasingly difficult to breathe the longer I look at him.

“Coast?” I call out softly.

He motions for me to come closer to him. My feet carry me to his side, and he turns to face me completely. Tipping my head back slightly, I look up at him, holding my breath as I watch him, waiting for whatever it is he’s about to say to me, instruct me, or whatever it is that’s coming my way.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, his voice rough and sensual.

“You.”

It’s all I can say, the only thing that comes out, just that single word. He chuckles softly, laughing as if he thinks I’m cute. Maybe I am, I don’t know, but what I do know is that I want him inside me.

Any part of him.

I don’t even care. I just want him.

Then, before I realize what’s going on, he’s picked me up. I grip his shoulders as he turns so that the backs of his knees are at the edge of the bed. I open my mouth to ask him what’s going on, but I don’t get a word out because he speaks, and my heart races against my chest, threatening to burst from my ribs and leap out and onto the floor.

“I want you on my face,” he murmurs.

“Coast,” I breathe.

He hums, wrapping his fingers around my hips, and then sits down—dragging me across his chest, positioning me exactly where he wants me. Before I can even wrap my head around what’s going on, his mouth is on me.