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My hands are shaking, but I don’t stop.

His chest is warm beneath my palms, solid muscle under smooth skin, and the familiar scent of him—clean soap and something darker—hits me like a memory I’ve been starving for.

“Where’s the zipper, Rusty?” he murmurs against my ear.

My breath catches.

“Here—on the side,” I whisper, turning slightly so he can reach it.

His fingers find the hidden zipper of my dress and draw it slowly downward.

The soft whisper of fabric loosening makes my pulse race.

The gown slides from my shoulders, pooling around my feet like pale green silk water.

Alessio freezes for a moment, staring.

The look in his eyes makes heat rush through my entire body.

“Jesus, look at you. All curves and peaches and cream skin,” he breathes.

And then he pulls me into his arms again, frantic this time.

And I am so here for it.

He growls as he picks me up with one arm around my waist, and the other between my legs.

I’m wearing a pair of low riding panties and no bra, and his mouth finds my breasts without error.

I clutch at his hair while he kisses and suckles me.

God, it’s so good.

I rock against him, and honestly, I know I’m going to explode the second he touches me there. And I can’t wait.

Neither can he because he’s tearing out of his pants and sliding his boxers off.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” he growls. “I have no right to ask for this, but I haven’t been with anyone since you, Rusty. I fucking swear it.”

Our eyes meet, and I know he’s telling the truth. Because neither have I.

“Me either. And I-I still have the IUD,” I whisper.

“Yeah? You’ll let me fuck you bare?”

I nod.

“Christ, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans and reaches between my legs to find me soaked.

“Let’s take these off,” he says and peels my panties off.

Then he’s moving on top of me, positioning his hard cock at my dripping entrance before he pushes in—just the tip.

“Look at me, Rusty,” he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint. “I want you to watch how good you take me.”

As if I could look anywhere else.

I’m already lost in him—the heat of his body, the weight of him between my thighs, the way his eyes darken when he realizes exactly how much I want this.