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Worry—or is that doubt?—clouds her eyes. “Don’t even,” I rasp. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” And I mean every word.

I’m usually good about taking it slow, but seeing every inch of her beautiful body and the way her eyes flicker with want causes flames of desire to flare and lick inside me, heating my skin, my blood. I stare shamelessly at this vision spread out on my bed. My cock strains against my joggers, tenting them. Foreplay’s great, and I want to make her feel good before chasing my release, but it’s killing me to hold back. I feel control slipping from my grasp.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” she whispers.

Her words stop me for a beat, cooling my blood a degree or two. My thumbs slide beneath my waistband, and I pull down my pants and boxers in one go. As I stand, her gaze drifts from my face to my rock-hard shaft springing free. It aims right at her. Thrills thrum in my veins when her eyes widen and she licks her lips. She probably has no idea what she just did or the effect it has on me, which makes her even hotter than she already is.

Opening her arms wide, she beckons me. “Come here.”

Who am I to argue?

Dropping back to the mattress, I carry my weight on my palms and climb up her body, the silky slide of her skin against mine almost too much. I slot my knee between her legs and lower my head to worship her tits until she’s writhing beneath me.

She grinds her wet heat against my knee, and her fingers alternate between digging into my shoulders and tugging my hair. I love all of it, every single thing she does. She whimpers, and I love that too. But I want more. I want to make her scream.

Suddenly, she shoves against my shoulders, and I rear back. What the fuck did I do wrong?

I look into half-lidded eyes burning with lust, and confusion floods me. “What do you need?” I think to ask.

“You. Inside me. Now.” The urgency in her voice mirrors the need simmering low in my gut.

“I can do that,” I croak. Seriously? Did I just say that? At least I didn’t shout, “Hells yeah!”

Twining my fingers in her hair, I slide my knee out and replace it with the tip of my cock. A groan rumbles through my chest.

I know better, I really do, but my body wants what it wants, and I nudge my crown inside her slick, hot walls.

Sweet Jesus!

Sliding her hand between us, she keeps me from going deeper. “Do you have, um …”

I blink. Thank fuck she’s got more brainpower than I do right now.

“Yeah, baby. I got you.” Reluctantly, I break the connection so I can reach for a condom in the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. The drawer has a push-button latch, and in my lust-filled state of mind, I fumble to release it. I jab and yank, and contents fly.

Shit!

Another laugh escapes her, and I look over at her and dip an eyebrow as I try to preserve my dignity. Could I act any more like a sixteen-year-old? “Better watch it.”

She rolls onto her side and gives me a challenging glare that’s sexy as hell. “Or what, Captain?”

Fuck, the way she says “captain” drives me to a new level of insanity.

“Or this.” I snag a condom and flip her onto her back, pinning her with my body. Dropping the condom by her shoulder, I hold her wrists in one hand while I attack her neck, her ear, any sensitive spot I can find.

She’s laughing full out now, so I roll onto my back, bringing her with me. As she settles against me, her palms brace on my chest. My gaze skates over her once, twice, three times. The view is beyond incredible, and an idiotic grin forms on my face. “Yeah. I like it this way.”

A pretty blush paints her cheeks pink. “Is that a general statement?”

I shake my head and touch the tip of my finger to her nose. “No. I meant that for only you.”

Fuck, what am I even saying? Why do I keep blithering?

She crosses her arms over her chest, and I pull them away and trap her hands against her thighs. Silently, I drink her in until she squirms under my scrutiny. My cock nestles against her ass, and it throbs painfully, like it’s going to go off at any moment.

Her chin lifts toward the foil packet that’s somewhere to my left. “Need me to put that on?”

I stifle another groan. “No, I got this.”