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Her eyes widen, then narrow. “Then you’d better not make yourself come, which might be difficult, because I want to keep watching you do that.”

There’s my bold girl. “Have you not noticed that I have supreme control?” I drip spit into my palm and fist my cock, giving her some incentive. She licks her lips, her fingers quickening. “That’s it, baby.” God, she’s so fucking sexy, watching me stroke myself, and teasing her clit. Her legs flex, and her breathing turns ragged. “Good girl. Almost there.” I reach down, pushing my fingers into her slick heat, quickly finding the spot that makes her toes curl under and her eyes flutter closed. Her hips rise off the mattress, and a loud, surrendering moan flies from her lips. Consumed with her pleasure, I release my cock and go down on her, feasting and fucking her with my fingers, sending her right back up to the peak of ecstasy.

As she comes down from the high, she sinks into the mattress, breathing hard. “I can’t believe you got me to do that.”

“That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” I come down over her and kiss her softly. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do that.”

Embarrassment colors her cheeks, but a challenge rises in her eyes. “You’d better live up to that promise you made.”

“I won’t let you down, sunshine.” I kiss her again and roll on the condom.

Her arms circle me as I lower myself down and kiss her. Pushing my arms beneath her, I cradle her against me, thrusting slowly, savoring every sensation as her tight body stretches to swallow inch after inch, until I’m buried deep. Heat flares in my chest. Holy hell. It’s like her body was made for mine. “Fletch” falls desperately from her lips as “Des” spills from mine. She folds her arms over the back of my neck, whispering, “Don’t move. Just kiss me.”

Fuck. She feels too good not to move, but I seal my mouth over hers, trying to redirect my carnal urges. My tongue plunges deep and demanding. She tastes of lust and need and something deep and soft and new. I want to chase that taste like an addiction. Her sinful noises claw at me as we devour each other. My cock throbs inside her, making it even harder to hold back. “I’ve got to move, baby,” I grit out.

“’Kay.”

She tugs my mouth to hers, and we lose ourselves in another passionate kiss as we find our rhythm. We pump and grind, every thrust taking me higher, closer to the edge. Her body’s tight as a vise, and I can’t get enough of her. I push my hands beneath her hips, angling them, taking her deeper. “Yes,” she cries out, and grabs my ass, her fingernails digging into my flesh. “Harder.” I hike her legs over the backs of mine, driving into her with everything I have. She’s as feverish as I am, groping, clawing, clutching, touching, biting. I feel her tension mounting in the press of her nails into my flesh, in the flexing of her thighs, and I know she’s close, but I also know she might have trouble getting there. As much as I love being in control and want to go wild until I’m blinded by the need to come, I crave her pleasure more than my own. That realization startles me, but as our mouths come together in a feast of fervor, it’s the only thought that matters. And I want to see her passion playing out.

“I want you to ride me.” I cradle her in my arms and roll beneath her, making her giggle as she straddles me. Her thick blond hair tumbles around her beautiful face, white-hot desire flaming in her eyes. She runs her hands over my pecs and plants them just below my shoulders as she begins to move, perky tits bouncing, hips gyrating. She leans forward, her hair falling into our faces as we kiss, and her fucking mouth casts its spell. I lose myself in her, possessing and consuming her mouth, until she breaks away with a needy sound and rides me harder.

I grip her hip in one hand, helping her move faster, using my other hand between her legs as she rides my cock. I grit my teeth against the need to come as her eyes close and her head falls back. I quicken my efforts and reach up with my other hand, squeezing her nipple just hard enough to send her orgasm crashing over her. She cries out, loud and unencumbered, as her inner muscles clamp tight and perfect around me, severing my control. Heat sears down my spine, and my release barrels into me like a bullet train. “Destiny—” flies from my lungs like a curse, and I ride out our passion in a hailstorm of fractured thoughts and scintillating sensations.

When she collapses over me, sated and trusting, I wrap her in my arms and kiss her, trying to outrun the depth of emotions I saw brimming in her eyes and the ones she’s stirring in me.

Chapter Fifteen

DESTINY

I lie in Fletch’s arms in a blissful state of disbelief as we try to catch our breath and the last of the tremors moves through me. I’ve never been touched so thoroughly or experienced so much pleasure. He was so intent on making me feel good, it made me want it that much more.

“You’re awfully quiet, sunshine. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Fireworks. No wonder Barbie stuck with Ken for so long.”

His body tenses up around me. “I’m not your forever guy, Destiny.”

“I know you’re . . .” Our fireworks conversation comes back to me like a slap in the face. “Oh. Nonono. I didn’t mean I saw fireworks because I’m in love with you. Ruby was wrong. You don’t have to be in love to see fireworks. You just need to be with someone you trust. Someone who’s patient and determined and talented. I swear you made the earth shake. I felt explosions and saw lights. I didn’t even know my body was capable of feeling that good, and for your information, I like you a lot, Fletch, but being the orgasm king does not wipe out all the other items on my checklist.”

“That’s a relief.” His head falls back, and he closes his eyes like he’s dodged a bullet.

“Hey.” I swat him, and he catches my hand, pressing it against his chest with amusement in his eyes. He’s so freaking cute with his hair all messy and a goofy smile. “I’ll have you know, there are plenty of guys who would like for me to fall in love with them and be proud to be my Checklist Guy. I don’t know who they are, but I’m sure they’re out there somewhere waiting for a girl that’s chatty and creative, and maybe a little disorganized and impulsive, who has love for all kinds of things.”

He pulls me into a kiss. “Can we not bring other guys into bed with us?”

“I’m just making a point.”

“Point taken, sunshine.” He rolls onto his side, pulling me against him. “I’m sorry for acting off today.”

“You should be. Why didn’t you just say something?”

“What could I say that wouldn’t make me sound like a dick?”

“The truth usually works.”

His brows slant. “Not in my experience.”

“That’s because you haven’t been with a super-awesome girl like me. If the women you’ve been hanging out with don’t appreciate honesty, it’s no wonder you don’t want love in your life. But I can assure you, honesty always works for me, and if we’re going to be the kind of friends who sleep together, I need honesty across the board.”