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The words slipped out before I could censor them. Heat flooded my cheeks but I didn’t regret it. His sharp inhale toldme he definitely liked the honesty. Instead of answering, he slid a hand between us, fingertips feathering along the inside of my thigh and higher, until my breath stuttered. One teasing touch.

“We should pick up where we left off on the beach,” he said. His voice was rough. Gravelly.

“Should we?”

“Definitely.” His hands slid up my sides, leaving trails of heat. “Unless you’re too tired?”

“I’m never too tired for you.”

And then we were kissing, deep and hungry, all the tension from earlier transforming into something else entirely. Something better.

His hands were everywhere—my back, my hips, my thighs. I responded in kind, tracing the hard planes of his chest, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. He groaned when my fingers found particularly sensitive spots.

“Melody,” he breathed against my lips. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

The water made everything slippery and sensual. We moved together, finding our rhythm as our bodies rubbed together.

When things got too intense for the confines of the tub, Austin stood, lifting me with him. Water cascaded off our bodies, creating puddles on the tile.

“Bed,” he said.

“Bed,” I agreed.

He practically dragged me to the bedroom, both of us wet and laughing. He laid me down on the sheets. Then he was covering my body with his, holding his weight on his forearms as he kissed me.

CHAPTER 45

AUSTIN

She was impossibly soft. I traced my tongue down the slope of her breast and drew her nipple into my mouth. She bowed off the bed with a gasp that shot straight to my cock, her fingers twisting in my damp hair to hold me there. I could feel her heartbeat under my lips. It was fast. It matched the jackhammer pace of my own.

“Tell me what you want,” I rasped, switching to the other breast, giving it the same slow worship.

“You,” she breathed. “Just you.”

I loved that I was who she wanted. It made me feel like Superman. I didn’t know her past, but I knew there weren’t many men. I knew she was selective.

And she chose me. That was a feeling I would never really get used to. Women chose me all the time, but it was more about choosing me for sex or whatever my money or name could buy. Her choosing me, wanting me, that was something I cherished.

I kissed lower, tongue tracing the curve of her ribcage, dipping into the hollow of her navel. Every inch I tasted ignited a new fire in my blood. She was the only woman I had ever wanted to savor instead of devour, and it was torture in the sweetest way. My hands slid beneath her, cupping the generous swell ofher ass, lifting her so I could feather bites along the sensitive skin of her hips. She squirmed, thighs falling open in invitation. I had to squeeze my eyes shut for a second so I didn’t lose control like some frantic teenager.

The scent of her made my mouth water. I settled between her legs, spreading her wide so I could see every slick, pink inch of her. She whimpered when I blew a cool stream of air across her clit, hips jerking toward my mouth.

“Patience,” I murmured, dragging one finger through her folds, coating it. “I’ve been dreaming of this since the beach.”

“Then stop teasing,” she panted, nails scraping my shoulders.

I chuckled against her inner thigh, nipped the soft flesh, then flattened my tongue in one long, deliberate stroke. Her taste exploded over my tongue. It was uniquely Melody and I was instantly addicted. I licked again, slower, circling her entrance before pushing inside just enough to make her moan. When I added a gentle suction to her clit, she cried out my name like a prayer.

I used my lips, my tongue, and the edge of my teeth to drive her higher. Two fingers slipped into her snug heat, stroking in rhythm until her hips rolled greedily against my mouth. She was soaking wet, the sound obscene and perfect in the candle-scented room. Every time she gasped I felt it in my dick, throbbing against the sheet, but I ignored it. Tonight was about her. I could wait—barely.

Her thighs trembled on either side of my head and her heels dug into my back. “Austin.” She dragged my name out through a groan.

I curled my fingers, found the spot that made her see stars, and sucked her clit hard. She came apart instantly, back arching, a broken sound tearing from her throat. I held her through the aftershocks, gentling my touch until she collapsed, chest heaving.

I crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She responded with desperate hunger, yanking me down so our hips aligned. I groaned at the wet heat grinding against my length.

“Inside,” she demanded. “Now.”