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Touching him, I am so turned on, I can feel that I want him everywhere. I want a taste. I don’t even realize my head started to lower. Until I feel him pull away.

“You’re more important than me right now.” He lays me on the bed and follows me down, and all that heat and his weight caging me in makes my nerves spike. And he must feel it.

"Hey. Eyes on me." His hand cradles my jaw, thumb at my cheekbone. "We go as slow as you need. You want to stop, you say the word, and we stop, no argument. Nothing happens in this bed you don't ask me for. Understand?"

I nod. My voice is nowhere to be found.

"I need to hear it, sweetheart."

"I understand."

"Good girl." Two words and my whole body clenches around nothing, a hot ache low in my belly I have never felt this sharp. He watches it move across my body and his eyes go molten. "Oh, you like that."

His mouth drops to my throat, my collarbone, the dip of my sternum, lower, mapping me by inches, and by the time he settles his shoulders between my thighs I’m trembling for a brand new reason.

He drags my underwear down my legs and drops it off the side of the bed.

He looks at me, open for him.

"Look how wet you are already." One thick finger drags slowly through my folds, parting me, and I’m slick and swollen.

That first real touch pulls a moan out of me I didn’t know I was holding in. "All this for me, and I've barely touched you. We're going to have so much fun, baby."

"Jax." His name is the only word I have left in me.

"I know. I've got you." He circles my clit with the pad of his thumb, patient, learning the exact pressure that makes my hips lift to chase him, and when he eases one finger inside me I clench around the stretch and watch a muscle jump in his jaw.

"Tight. God, you're tight. We're going to take our time getting you ready, because when I finally get inside you, you’re going to take all of me, and I need you soaked for it."

He works a second finger in, curls them until he finds a place that arches me clean off the mattress, and drops his mouth to my clit at the same moment, and my vision goes white.

I’m lost to the feelings he’s giving me. It’s like my body knows what to do.

He licks and sucks my clit as his fingers thrust into me. And when his mouth is not on me, I catch a few words here and there. “Margot, that's it. You like this. Give it to me.”

And I do. I come apart on his hand and then he replaces his fingers with his tongue.

Thrusting deeply into me, helping me come down from this high. He doesn’t stop until my breathing slows down.

I’m still shaking when he kisses back up my body. I watch him reach into his nightstand and break open a sealed pack of condoms.

He rolls on a condom, and settles the blunt tip of himself against me. I tense on instinct.

"Breathe. Look at me." He waits until I do.

Instead of pushing in, he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me. Slow and deep and drugging, coaxing and not taking, one hand sliding into my hair to angle me exactly where he wants me.

He kisses me like there is nowhere in the world he would rather be than right here, like the man braced hot and heavy between my thighs has all the time on earth, and my body believes every second of it.

The fear drains out of me one degree at a time and something hot pours in behind it. My knees fall open.

I kiss him back, and he makes a low wrecked sound against my lips, like I’m the one undoing him and his hips flex the smallest fraction against me.

He tears his lips away and drops his forehead to mine, breathing hard.

His arms are shaking with how still he is holding himself. "You kiss me like that and I’ll lose it and forget to go slow. I’m not hurting you. Tell me the second it's too much."

Lust is clouding my brain. My thoughts are mushy and I can only nod.