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“No,” the word fell from my lips in a guttural plea. “Please don’t stop.”

My head was still spinning when he dropped to his knees.

Drew lifted his head, holding my gaze as he unbuttoned my pants and inched them down my thighs, dragging kisses down my leg with each new inch of exposed flesh. I stepped out of them once they pooled at my feet.

His tongue dragged down my stomach before his thumbs hooked into my panties and yanked them down, kissing a path down my legs until they were at my ankles. I was so wet, a cool draft chilled the inside of my thighs. Drew hadn’t even been inside me yet, and this was already the best sex of my life.

I latched on to Drew’s shoulder in an effort to stay upright, as now I was quivering for a whole different reason. I whimpered when his tongue glided across the damp flesh of my inner thigh, almost where I wanted it. He was the worst kind of tease. He’d get closer and closer, and then back away. My cheeks heated as a sheen of sweat broke out across my skin.

“Drew, please,” I begged as I bucked my hips against his face.

He grabbed my leg and hooked it over his shoulder. “Well, you did say please.” He glanced up at me with a half-smile before he buried his head at the apex of my thighs. My knees gave out as his tongue and lips worked me over, sucking then biting my clit while twisting two fingers deep inside me. My mouth fell open in a silent scream as the first wave of tremors hit me. My legs shook around Drew’s face as I came hard, gushing into his mouth and writhing and twisting against his lips.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. So fucking sexy, and so fuckingmine,” Drew panted as he stood from the floor and kissed me. His lips and chin were once again soaked with me and I loved it.

I reached inside the waistband of his jeans and pulled on his hard, pulsating cock. “Inside me. Please,” I pleaded as he laughed against my lips.

“My pleasure, Gorgeous. Lay back.” He gave me a gentle shove onto the mattress, playful yet possessive. He fished his wallet from his back pocket and threw it onto the bed before kicking off his pants. He pulled out a condom, rolling it on quickly before climbing on top of me.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. “Hands don’t move until I say. Now, tell me you’re mine.” He slid inside me in one thrust and I cried out from the fullness. He stilled for a long moment before moving, slow at first then letting go of my hands as he picked up the pace. “Tell me, Sara.”

“I love you.” My voice was reduced to a croak as Drew moved deeper. “I’m yours.” My head burrowed into his chest. I was so full and already sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted more andneverwanted to stop.

“Eyes on me when I’m inside you,” he grabbed the back of my neck and threaded his fingers into my hair. “I need to see you.” My eyes locked with his, his features rigid yet reverent. As we moved together in perfect sync, I realized I had another first. I’d never been in love, or actuallymadelove before. Sure, I’d had sex, but this was the polar opposite—and I was certain I’d never recover. Throbbing started in my spine and exploded over me in waves. Drew stiffened in my arms as he slowed inside me. He dropped his head into the crook of my shoulder, panting, sweaty, and perfect—and mine.

“We should go into jealous tailspins more often.” I giggled in his ear.

“I’ll always be jealous when it comes to you.” He lifted his head and smiled, causing my knees, and the rest of me, to melt into a puddle. “And if this jerk tries—”

I pressed my finger to his lip. “I know how to handle it, caveman. Nowyourelax.” I kissed the damp hair on his forehead. “No going back,” I whispered. “I own you, remember?”

“How could I forget? You’ve owned me for months.” He kissed my shoulder and drew me into his chest. “Don’t forget that, okay?”

I nodded into his neck, nuzzling into his side before I let my heavy eyelids shut. I may have owned him, but I wished I could figure out how to keep him.

Drew

I FUMBLED INthe early morning darkness for my phone. My alarm was blaring, but unlike most mornings, I shut the damn thing off and stuffed it under my pillow—the same pillow Sara’s chestnut hair spilled across. I tightened my hold around her tiny waist and buried my head into her neck. It was our day to run, but fuck it, we weren’t going anywhere. I finally got her exactly where I wanted her—naked and in my bed, and mine.

For once in her life, she looked relaxed, even peaceful. She turned to cuddle into my chest with the sexiest groan.

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled before pressing a light kiss to my throat.

“I think we can skip the track this morning,” I whispered into her hair and kissed the top of her head. “We had plenty of exercise last night, don’t you think?” She giggled into my neck and my chest swelled with . . . I wasn’t sure. Maybe pride—that after all this time she was finally mine, and I doubted she giggled for anyone else like that. Or that here, with me, she was the woman I always knew she was: sweet, happy, and full of love. She also spent most of last night full ofme. My chest puffed out a little at that, too.

“I think you’re right. Just this once I’ll admit it.” She rolled over and snuggled into the pillow.

“See how easy that was?” I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her back, right on my typical morning wood now twice as hard thanks to the hot as hell woman next to me.

She whimpered into the mattress as she grazed her naked ass against my cock. “Don’t get a big head, Kostas.”

“Too late for that, don’t you think?” My hand drifted over her stomach, my fingers splayed wide as I pressed her against my throbbing hard-on. My palm grazed over the silky skin of her thighs, goose bumps puckering her flesh along the trail of my touch. I smoothed her hair to the side and trailed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the nape of her neck. Her body jerked in my arms as my hand inched lower.

“So wet already . . . were you dreaming about me, Caldwell?”

“Maybe. Ahh . . .” Her hips swayed to the rhythm of my fingers and the big and small circles I made around her already swollen clit.

“Maybe? Oh, I think definitely.” Two fingers slid inside her with an ease that made my dick throb.