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I turned in his arms, and he let me, not stopping me this time. Not when I rested my forehead on his wide tattooed chest, or when I pressed my lips to his incredibly hot skin and kissed him there. Then a second time.

His blunt fingers thrust into my hair, and he tilted my head back, looking down at me with question clear in his eyes.

I stared back, needing him so badly at that moment there was no way he could miss it.

And I knew for sure that he hadn’t when his nostrils flared, and on a rough sound, he leaned in and kissed me the way only Warrick could. Fiercely.

His mouth covered mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue delving deep, claiming, wild, leaving me breathless. One of his hands dropped to my ass and he squeezed, making me squirm. I couldn’t hold in my whimper, my thighs clenching as the ache inside me intensified.

He kissed along my jaw, down my throat, a low, rumbling growl rolling from him almost constantly now. “You need me to get you off, don’t you, dove?”

“Yes.”

“You think you’re ready to be fucked, but you’re not. It doesn’t matter what I said, what I wanted in the woods, I was wrong. So I’m gonna use my fingers this first time,” he said.

I wanted to protest. I wanted him inside me already. We’d been dancing this dance for so long. Too long. I opened my mouth to beg for it, but he kissed me again in that all-consuming way, filled with hunger and dominance and need.

The hand on my ass slid around my hip, and with a sharp tug, he tore the front of my pants open. I gasped into his mouth as he dragged my destroyed pants and underwear down my thighs.

I kicked them aside and spread my legs for him as his hand slid back up, grasping, massaging my skin, making me squirm. I was so impossibly wet and achy, so empty, I was close to tears from how much I needed him.

Near mad with lust, I reached for the front of his jeans, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head with one hand. Then the other was sliding between my legs, pressing against my slick flesh, making me arch and groan into his touch.

“Fuck…this hot little pussy,” Warrick gritted out. “It knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it, dove?”

I nodded before I could think better of it. I’d say anything, do anything, for him to make me come at that moment, but deep down, I knew he was right. My body had never responded to anyone the way it did him. And that was one of the reasons I’d tried to ignore this fire between us.

We had a connection I couldn’t explain. And as much as I’d tried to deny it, he wasn’t the only one who felt it.

It did scare the hell out of me, though.

He slid his middle finger over my needy flesh, and all thought scattered as he grazed my clit, but he didn’t linger, he dipped down lower and dragged his finger through my wetness before coming back up and giving me what I needed, circling my clit.

“Look at me,” he said.

I forced my eyes open, staring up at him heavy lidded. I bit my lip and rolled my hips desperately, all control shot to pieces.

His glowing golden eyes bore into mine as he dipped back down and pushed a thick finger inside me. I arched deeper and cried out, so close to the edge, to coming just from that alone.

A tremor washed through me.

He slid his finger out and back in with a grunt. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to work you up to fucking, dove. This tight little body isn’t ready for my cock, not yet.”

His thumb brushed my clit again, and I shook all over. What was he doing to me? How was this possible with just his finger?

He dragged it out and pushed back in, adding a second, and I cried out when he went deeper. I was writhing beneath him, straining against the hold he had on my wrists above my head, where he pressed them into the mattress.

He dragged his lips along my throat, my jaw, while the fingers between my legs thrust faster, deeper. I spread my thighs wider, wanting more, rocking against his hand, so wet now, the sound of those thick fingers fucking me filled the room. My skin was hot and sweaty, my breathing coming in pants, mixing with Warrick’s own harsh breaths.

“Come for me, dove,” he grated against my ear. “Let go.”

The rasp of his voice lifted goose bumps all over my skin as I worked myself down on his thrusting fingers, the feeling inside me building, until it flew through me, filling me, breaking me into a million pieces.

My mouth dropped open in a silent cry, and Warrick covered my lips with his, kissing me, swallowing my desperate sounds as I spasmed and clutched at his fingers.

He didn’t stop until I collapsed back against the mattress, desperate for breath.

Oh shit.