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“I’ve wanted this.” His words sounded starved against her throat. “So damn bad.”

“Me too,” she breathed against his lips. “God, me too.”

He ducked his head and trapped her pulse point beneath his tongue. Arching into him, she guided him down to her breasts. Her bra was no match for him, and the minute she was bare, he cupped one breast and brought the stiff point to his lips.

Their gazes locked as he lowered his lips and took it into his mouth.

The sound of her breath catching and the way she gasped his name blazed through him. He fixed the moments in his mind because whatever came next, he wanted to remember every second of it.

With a soft pull of his lips, he drew on her taut bud, swirling his tongue and drawing cries from her. She rolled upward to meet him, and he dragged his mouth to the other breast to bathe it with his tongue too.

“Wyatt.” Her voice sounded choked, and she dug her fingers into his nape. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.” He kissed a path down the flat of her stomach to her navel. Then lower.

When he gripped the sides of her panties and eased them down her hips, she maneuvered to help him. Between the scorching desire in her eyes and the scent of her want, he knew what she needed.

“Open for me.”

Her chest heaved, and she let her thighs part for him. The glistening folds begged for his lips and tongue. With a growl, he plunged his tongue inside her scorching heat.

She stopped breathing and bucked into him, taking what she needed even as he devoured her. Watching ecstasy blast across her face and feeling her quiver under his hands was an aphrodisiac he couldn’t get enough of.

Her breaths came faster, her noises louder. He backed off just enough to watch her face, and she issued a soft, frustrated sound that pulled a smile from him.

“Don’t stop.” She was breathless.

His smile faded as he focused on sliding his fingers inside her, slow, testing, his whole world narrowed to her reaction.

Her hand clutched at the air, and he caught it with his free one. She clung to him like an anchor as he drove her up, up, up.

Her stare fixed on him, unfocused at first and then sharper. “Wyatt!”

Her whole body heaved, and he sucked on her clit while thrusting his fingers deep in her channel.

She came apart with a cry she barely muffled, and he pushed her on and on, through the waves, until he ripped a guttural moan from her and her body collapsed.

Gently, he withdrew his fingers from her tight sheath, and her body clutched at him. “Please,” she rasped. “I need you. Don’t stop this time.”

His stiff cock throbbed behind his fly, begging for the things she wanted as much as he did.

Without a hint of the urgency burning inside him, he slid up her body, kissing everything in his path, and hovered over her.

“I want you.” She said it with such certainty that his heart flexed hard. “All of you. Please.” She flattened her hand over his erection, and he bit back a groan.

In a hard shove, he pushed off the bed and tore off the rest of his clothes. She rolled onto one hip, cheeks pink as she watched him undress. When he dropped his boxer briefs, her lips fell open.

He stopped. “Whitley?”

A flush climbed her cheeks and she fixed her gaze on him. “Come here.”

As he sidled up to the bed, she pushed into a sitting position at the edge. With one quick flick of her eyes, she grabbed his hips and drew his length toward her lips.

“Oh my god.” His eyes snapped shut on the sensation of her taking him into her hot, wet mouth, and then he opened them again to feast on the sight.

She brought him onto her tongue with a slow glide that had his fingers twisting in her hair. The pressure in his spine and his balls took him too high too fast.

He wasn’t going to last. He couldn’t endure her sweet torment as long as he wanted or—