Erin sucks in a sharp breath, and I realize she’s also looking down at me. I arch a brow—is she grossed out?—but then she traces the length of my cock with a dainty fingertip, all the way to the head, making me forget my own name.

“You like this?” She tilts her head to the side, and her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling, drawing my gaze like twin magnets.

“Ugh,” I say intelligently and then gasp when she tugs on the elastic and peels my briefs down. My dick juts right up at her like a pointing finger — granted, a pretty big finger—and my breathing is so ragged I wonder if I’m going to have another attack.

Her eyes dip back to my cock, and it’s so fucking hot. Can you come from a gaze only? I swear I can feel it stroking me.

“Come here.” I place my hands on her ribs, feeling the frantic beating of her heart. Am I scaring her? It’s been so long since we were together we might as well be sharing a bed for the first time. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She dips her chin, and I can see her nipples are hard, the tips straining inside the lace. She’s excited.

The thought arouses me even more, until I think

I might just grab her and sink inside her tight heat right now.

But I hold back. I want to touch and taste. I want to make her come like never before. What we did in the bathroom and the office of Damage was just a prelude. What I need from her—what I really want—is so much more than that. I know it now.

I caress her arms, cup her shoulders and pull down the straps of her bra until her breasts spill out, lush and round. Fuck, she’s stunning. Her nipples are dark and react to my touch by hardening more.

She gasps my name when I bend to take one into my mouth, when I suck and lightly bite it. Even there she tastes sweet; her skin’s like cotton candy.

I switch to her other breast, my hands caressing her, reaching down to her black panties, and I cup her mound over the thin cloth. She’s wet, too; her panties are drenched, and I pull them off.

With a low growl, I release her nipple and put my hands on her narrow waist, lifting her off me. She makes a tiny protesting sound in her throat as I deposit her on the mattress and crawl over her until she’s lying on her back.

I can’t believe she’s here, in my bed. My heart bangs in my chest as I trail kisses down her neck, pausing to taste her breasts once more before moving down to her navel. In the gray light of dawn spearing through the windows, I can see faint white lines on her flat stomach. I wonder what caused them.

“Tyler.” Her soft voice makes me glance at her face as she sits up. “I need you.”

My dick twitches again. “How?”

“I need you inside me.”

Oh God. And I need to be inside her so bad I can barely stop myself. “I have no condoms.”

“I’m on the pill,” she whispers.

Fuck yeah. I haven’t been with anyone without using a condom since her, so I know I’m clean.

The darkness of her eyes sucks me in. Shadows pool between her breasts, and her legs tremble on either side of me. I stroke my hand down her side, to her thigh and then between her legs. I run my finger along her seam, and she moans as she opens up for me.

A grunt rises in my throat. I won’t last much longer. I free myself from my briefs and grab my dick, pressing the base hard not to come yet. I’m so fucking close.

I nudge at her entrance with my cock and she parts around me, letting me in. Soft, hot, velvety pressure, and I’m falling. I push deep and our moans echo off one another. I grab her legs and lift them higher, so I can press inside her all the way.

Then I pull out almost completely and slam back. Her cry bounces off the walls and she’s slick and scorching around my dick. Her legs lock around my waist.

“More,” she moans. “More.”

So I give it to her. I give in. I give her all I have. I bend over and ride her hard and fast. Reaching between us, I find her nub and stroke it until she convulses and cries out again, contracting around me like a vise.

I hiss as my balls lift and lightning shoots through me. I buck and rock as deep inside her as possible, the tsunami of pleasure rolling through me, breaking me, shattering me, until I find myself sprawled over her with no memory of how I ended up there.

I roll off, landing on my side, and I feel a hand on my arm, where her name is inked, then up on my chest where her pendant always hangs. She cups my cheek.

When I look up, she opens her arms. I let myself be pulled into them, and then it’s so easy to fall back into dreamless sleep once more.

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