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“What is seduction?”

“Not this, evidently.”

“I like this.” His voice is quieter now. There’s nothing tentative about it.

“That makes two of us.”

I shift farther onto the mattress and lie back. Kell follows, bracing himself above me with both arms and holding so much of his weight away that there’s a ridiculous amount of space between us.

“Kell.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t have to hover.”

“I’m heavier than you.”

“I can take your weight.”

“Okay.” He lowers himself carefully until more of his body rests against mine.

“Much better, Kell. I like you this close. I like your weight on me.”

The woven firmness of his chest meets my breasts. One thigh settles between mine, and his erection presses along my leg, warm against my skin. I shift enough to look between us.

This is the first time I’ve seen him fully aroused. Soft green moss gathers above the base of his cock. Below it, finer strands of willow wrap closely along his length, the tightened weave forming shallow ridges along the shaft.

I touch him before I can overthink it.

I close my hand around him. He’s warm beneath my palm, the otherwise smooth weave broken by subtle ridges I couldn’t feel through his jeans.Kell’s whole body tightens at the first pressure of my hand. The resonance in his chest deepens at once, vibrating through the body pressed over mine.

“Good?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I stroke him slowly. He’s as firm as any man I’ve ever touched, but nothing beneath my hand is human. No skin. No flesh. Warm living willow forms every inch of him, the finer strands drawn tight around his cock, shallow ridges rising beneath my palm as his body responds to me.

Those are going to feel incredible inside me.

Kell makes a rough sound.

Oh. I like that.

I do it again.

His head dips toward mine, and for a second he seems unable to decide whether to kiss me or watch what my hand is doing. I make the decision for him and press my lips to his.

His mouth opens against mine as I stroke him. The resonance strengthens, traveling through his chest into mine, and his hips move once into my hand before he stops himself.

“You can move,” I murmur against his mouth.

He does. Carefully at first, then with more confidence as I keep touching him.

My thumb brushes the soft moss at the base of his cock. Kell’s whole body reacts, and the sound that leaves him is so immediate that I do it again just to be certain of exactly what gives him that much pleasure.

“That too?”

“Yes.” His voice is rougher now. “Again.”