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“Sure. Whatever you want.” My voice comes out low. I want to haul her into my lap and see how fast she melts for me.

She starts flipping through her streaming apps, and the remote nearly slips out of her hand. I snag it before it can hit the floor, our hands colliding midair. Electricity zaps straight through my skin. Jesus, the heat is instant. I want to yank her into my lap and kiss her until she forgets her own name, but my mind short-circuits and I end up coughing like a fucking idiot as I hand her back the remote. Smooth, Hot. Real smooth.

She bites back this shy little laugh, pink blooming across her cheeks. “Guess I need to work on my grip,” she mumbles, refusing to look me in the eye.

“You’re doing fine,” I rumble, voice way too low. My knee bumps her, sending electricity flowing down my spine. She sucks in a breath as I stare at her mouth.

Fuck it. I can’t wait another second. I slide my hand behind her neck and pull her toward me, crushing my lips to hers. Instantly, I lose all sense of control. Her lips are soft and sweet, tasting like lime and heat and everything I crave. She gasps against my mouth, and I groan as her hands fist in my shirt, yanking me closer until there’s not a single inch between us.

Her ass is barely on the couch now, pressed right up against me. I tangle my fingers in that wild red hair and take the kiss deeper, biting her lip and sucking until she moans. Jesus. I could get drunk on the taste of her. No going back now—I’m never letting her go.

She melts under my hands, going soft and boneless as I kiss her like I’m staking my fucking claim. Her nails curl into my shirt, and she moans for me, dragging my control to the absolute edge. Jesus, I want her. I want to devour every inch of her, make her forget her own damn name.

Mr. Snugglebutt lets out a low growl, but I ignore the psycho cat. Right now, my girl is all I care about.

Elsie arches against me, her tits pressed hard to my chest and her thigh sliding over mine. My cock throbs behind my zipper, desperate for friction. I palm the nape of her neck and tilt her head back, deepening the kiss until she gasps my name.

Fuck yes.

Her tongue tangles with mine, hot and wild, and I groan into her mouth and slide my hand down her back, grabbing a handful of her ass and pulling her flush against me. She shudders as I palm that perfect, round handful, and a desperate noise tumbles out of her throat. God, she’s so fucking soft. I want to eat her alive.

She claws at my shirt like she needs to anchor herself or she’ll fall apart. Hell, maybe I want her to completely lose it for me. The kiss gets rougher, hungrier, and there’s no way I’m letting her pull away now. Not with the way her curves melt against me, all needy and sweet and greedy for more.

“Fuck,” I growl into her mouth, my voice a strained, filthy rasp. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Her only answer is to rock her hips against mine, grinding down until my cock is throbbing so hard, I see stars. My hands roam over every inch of her, memorizing every curve through the thin barrier of her leggings, and holy fuck, I want to rip them off her and bury my face between her thighs until she’s screaming my name. My hands are shaking as I slide them up her hips, loving the way she trembles for me, the way her body arches when I squeeze her soft ass and yank her tighter against my cock.

She moans again, desperate and needy, and it’s all I can do not to lose my goddamn mind right here on her couch.