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"Not like that." I cup my hands around her face. "The next time I come with you, I'm going to be inside you."

She looks up at me, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, and I kiss her again.

I know the complications I'm creating. I know crossing this line creates vulnerability. I know that my father loved my mother, and it killed them both, and if I’m on the same trajectory then I’m fucked.

But right now, I would walk through hell on my knees to be inside Sunny.

Reaching between us, I grip the drenched cotton of her panties and rip them off her, and she moans into my mouth.

My fingers sink into her wetness, and she pulls away from the kiss.

"Now," she breathes. "I need you inside me, now."

She hooks a thigh around my waist, and I push inside her in one hard thrust and fuck … she's so tight my eyes glaze over, and everything turns hazy.

She looks at me through her lashes, her lips parted, her expression pure carnal need.

I start moving slowly, easing almost all the way out and then pushing back in with excruciating slowness.

Her head falls back to the wall.

"Harder," she whispers.

I thrust hard into her and am rewarded with a surge of pleasure and a long moan from her sweet lips.

Picking up speed, I grip her jaw with one hand, kissing her hard and wild while I fuck her against the wall of my library.

It’s hard and fast because it’s what we both need.

"Dante … I’m going to … oh God …"

Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave. My name rasps from her throat as she unravels completely and comes on my cock.

I can't hold on.

The pleasure erupts in me like a bomb. A roaring, full-body annihilation, and for a moment I see nothing but a galaxy of stars as I come completely undone.

Slowly, the world comes back in hazy pieces.

I lift my head and press my forehead to hers. We stay there, breathing each other in.

I pull out of her slowly, and my cum slides down her inner thigh. Something primal and possessive in me growls its approval at the sight. I drag my thumb through it and press it back into her, kissing her fiercely.

"What now?" she whispers.

I don't have an answer because I don’t know what crossing this line means. Not yet.

I take her face in my hands and kiss her slow and long, and I fall deep for the soft whimper that escapes her.

The sudden shrill of my fucking phone breaks the spell, and we both groan.

I ignore it and kiss her harder because I’m not ready for this moment to end, and eventually the phone stops.

I start to think about burying myself deep inside her again, this time in my bed, where I can take my time with her and learn all the things that make her whimper and all the things that make her beg.

But then my goddamn phone rings again.

"You should get that," she murmurs against my mouth.