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“You want sex,” he says.

“Very observant.”

“I’ve been practicing.”

That gets a laugh out of me, and then he kisses me hard enough to erase it.

We undress without ceremony. I push him back onto the mattress and climb over him before he can reverse our positions. Kell’s brows lift, and then he grins.

“Oh,” he says.

“Problem?”

“No.” His hands close around my hips. “Definitely not.”

I settle astride his hips and drag my fingers once through the soft moss above his cock. Kell makes a sound so sudden and deep that I stop.

His eyes close.

“That sensitive?”

“Yes.” His hands flex against my thighs. “Again.”

I stroke the moss again, slower this time, and Kell groans openly. The sound rolls into resonance halfway through, his chest vibrating beneath my palm.

God.

I kiss him before I can think too hard about how much I like hearing him express his pleasure. His mouth is hotter now, the resonance in him deepening, and when I guide him into me, a rough sound breaks out of him against my lips. He doesn’t try to swallow it.

I sink down until I’m fully seated over him and stay here for a second, adjusting to the fullness. His hands grip my hips, firm and steady while I settle. He waits.

“Good?” he asks.

“Very.”

I start to move.

I set the pace, but Kell is anything but passive. His hands travel over my ass and waist, following me without directing. Every time I take him deeper, his fingers tighten and another broken sound escapes him.

I like the sounds almost as much as I like what his body is doing beneath mine.

Maybe more than I should.

“Laura.”

My name comes out rough. I roll my hips again just to hear what happens.

His head tips back. “Fuck.”

A laugh slips out before I can stop it.

Kell opens his eyes. “You’re laughing.”

“At your rapidly expanding vocabulary.”

“I know more.”

“I’m sure you do.”