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My brain is blank. I can’t see straight. This cowboy is out to ruin me forever.

He nudges me with his nose, tracing my jaw until he finds my throat and uses that wicked mouth to nibble and kiss and suck on the sensitive spot just below my ear. The place where my blood thunders relentlessly. A stampede through my veins. For him.

“Please … say it again.” As he brushes a kiss over the shell of my ear, this time his words are sweet, intoxicating, a little bit pleading.

My kryptonite, it would seem.

“Baby.” My voice is raspy. It lights a fire in Brad’s eyes.

He’s goddamn beautiful.

“I want to make you feel good, too.” Fumbling a little—feeling out of my body—I hesitantly tug on his shirt. The weakest of attempts to suggest that he get naked alongside me.

Not knowing how to ask for what I want from him is torture, yet every single cell in my body screams with need. To have him inside me, to feel him, to finally experience the type of connection I’ve craved for so long.

Brad hits me with a quirk of his lips and sits back on his heels, straddling my hips. In the most pornographic move he could slay me with, he reaches behind his head and tugs his shirt off in one smooth fucking motion.

Goddamn, he’s nothing but bunching and flexing stomach muscles, flattened nipples, smooth skin for days. Witnessing his body up close is enough to have my dick twitch, roaring back to life.

“You’re sure about this? Just so you know, I’m on PrEP. I’ve been tested recently.” He starts to work at his pants, and I nod.

With teeth sunk into my bottom lip, I’m unable to stop myself from obsessively watching the way his hands move.

Letting out a chuckle, he knows I’m staring with the hungriest of eyes. I’m caught. Hook. Line. Sinker. “Gotta give me words, cowboy.” Brad levels me with a heated stare.

Reaching forward, I let my palms cautiously slide up his strong thighs. So unused to having the freedom to touch someone else intimately like this. When I reach his hips, I pause, then roam a little higher to take hold of his forearms for just a moment. My eyes flick to meet his, and my throat works a heavy swallow.

“Consider this my permission for whatever you want. Anything. I want that. And I want it with you …” I guide his hands to keep going. To keep moving. To get us to the next part where he’s naked and I get to finally appreciate every glorious inch of him. “And I want it because it’s you.”

Brad’s face lights up. He has to climb off me—much to my annoyance—and off the bed to get properly undressed. But at least when he comes back, it’s with lube in hand. And no condom.

Thank god. I want him to take me raw.

“Eager, hmm?” he teases.

I swear my entire body flushes with embarrassment that I obviously said those words out loud. My post-climax brain is a hazy, heart-eyed, incredibly slutty place.

“Feels like I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” There’s no place for hiding now. Might as well let him know the truth.

In all honesty, I’m just as taken aback, not sure what the fuck is even happening. Not because it doesn’t feel right with Brad, but because it does. I’m not into casual hookups. I don’t fool around with strangers. And on paper, Brad is very much both of those things. Yet, I don’t hate this.

I’m infatuated with the idea of him and how absolutely perfect this moment feels.

Brad has such a good-looking cock. My mouth waters and my eyes lock on the place where he strokes himself. The veiny length of him flinches and fills more and more with each stroke, revealing a perfect slight curve and swollen head.

I fucking love the fact he’s leaking from the tip.

I like knowing that I’ve had such a clear and obvious effect on him.

“Goddamn, I need to be inside you.” He shudders on the next firm stroke of himself. “I thought I could be patient … but …”

“That’s not your style. I like your style.” My tongue runs a line to wet my lips, and I hope, thanks to the way I beg with my eyes, that he’ll put me out of this misery of waiting.

“Careful, cowboy. Talk like that, you’re gonna make me want to keep you,” Brad purrs, and he takes hold of my legs, pushing my knees toward my chest. “And promise you’ll tell me if anything feels like it’s too much.”

Words have upped and left me. I feel so exposed, with the act of opening me up to him like this. It’s intensely vulnerable, and yet he soothes the part of me that could never imagine being like this with someone I didn’t have a connection with. That I couldn’t fully trust.

“Breathe. That’s all you gotta do.” There’s a click of a cap, a drizzle of cool gel right down my seam. I feel like I’m shuddering and shivering and he’s barely touched me. And then his fingers are right there. All focus ends up on him, watching him as he watches me. This might be my first time doing this, but that notion hardly registers with how right this feels in my bones.