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“But…” Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me.

“Relax,” I repeat. “Come here. I’m not done with you.”

She drops her head onto the pillow, facing me again. A slow smile grows on her face, and then she starts giggling. “You made me come.”

I return the smile. “I did. It was beautiful.” Her emotions and expressions are also gorgeous as she processes all the facts.

“I can die happy now.”

I lift a brow. “That’s all you needed for your life to be complete?”

She shrugs. “Well, it was missing.”

“Oh, baby. I think a lot more is missing. The list is long. I’m going to show you something new every fucking day or die trying.”

She rolls her eyes. “Cocky much?”

“Very.” I smirk. “Now, roll onto your back and spread your legs so I can climb between them, feast on your pussy, and give you an even better orgasm.”

She gasps, her cheeks turning pink. Her button nose scrunches up. “You don’t have to do that.”

Both my brows rise this time. “Have to? Baby, it will be my pleasure. Get used to it. I plan to eat your pussy frequently.”

“Really?” Her voice squeaks, and she continues to scrunch her nose in disbelief.

I don’t even ask if anyone has ever eaten her out before because it’s obvious the answer is no. She’s in for a treat.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she declares.

“About what, princess?” This ought to be good.

“Sex. I think we should have sex.”

I chuckle. “Baby, you weren’t the one who made that decision. It was me, and we’re not having sex tonight. We’re saving it until my ring is on your finger.”

She pushes out her bottom lip in an adorable pout that will never work on me but will always be cute. I hope she intends to do that often, including the way she’s added batting her eyes.

Then again, it works when my nieces do it, and it will undoubtedly work when our kids do it, so maybe I’m wrong, and I’ll cave to my wife’s wishes when she pouts. Time will tell.

I rise onto my elbow and guide her onto her back before tugging the covers away from her torso.

“I should clean the stab wounds on your arm, Adrian.”

I glance at the little half-moons. “Barely a scratch.” It’s not as if blood is running down my bicep. “I’m fine.”

After rising onto all fours, I climb between Blair’s legs and push them wide.

She starts panting again. “You’re serious,” she murmurs.

“Very. I don’t joke about sex, baby.” Watching her face, I grab the hem of her T-shirt and push it over her head. I need to see her body. She’s so fucking sexy. Every inch of her. I hadn’t intended to take things this far, and I promise myself my shorts will stay on, but I need to feast on her. I need her to understand how it will be between us so she has no doubts in the world when we get to the courthouse.

She’s breathing so heavily. Her eyes are glassy and wild. She’s turned on.

Experimenting, I lift her hands and plant them above her head. When I apply pressure, restraining her, her breath hitches and her body jerks. A whimper escapes her.

Fuck me.

Holding her hands, I throw caution to the wind and bend my elbows so that I can flick my tongue over one of her nipples. I told myself I wouldn’t reveal her like this or tempt myself with her ripe buds, but my greedy girl needs more from me.