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“Is this really the best time after everything that happened last night?” he asks and I scowl at him. “I don’t want you to regret anything.”

Leaning in, I brush my lips over his, teasing him mercilessly as he tries to kiss me and I pull away.

“That could never happen,” I whisper. “I’ll never regret anything with you and I’m ready, Nix.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing my hips and grinding up into me. I moan and smash my lips against his, pulling another groan out of him that sends a little thrill racing through me, straight to my throbbing sex.

One arm slides around my back, pulling me in even closer, and his other hand fists into my hair, manipulating my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue glides between my parted lips and dances with mine, flooding my body with white-hot need. I thought that this would be hard after everything I’ve been through. I thought that Nix would have to take control and guide me through this first time but my body reacts to him instinctively. We mold and fit together perfectly. He moves and my body follows with no direction from him.

Like magnets.

I grind down on him, needing the friction before I go crazy. He rips his lips away from mine, panting as he looks over my body. I reach down for the hem of my tank top, a sugary sweet smile on my face as I rip the thin white material over my head. My breasts bounce free and he cups one in his large hand.

“You’re perfect,” he says, brushing his thumb over my nipple and I moan as a blush creeps up my cheeks. I arch my back, pushing my breast further into his hand and he takes me by surprise, standing up with me in his arms and flips me to the bed before slowly climbing on top of me. Each second feels like hours as I wait for him to do something, touch me somewhere and when he finally presses his lips to mine, I want to cry with relief. The kiss is slower than the last, softer and as his lips move with mine in perfect harmony, I feel it stronger than I ever have before – this thing between us. It pulls me to him.

“Nix,” I whisper against his lips, “please.”

I’m begging and I don’t even care because my skin is aching to feel his rough hands on me, holding me. I want to feel him everywhere, all at the same time, and pray he never stops. His answering growl only serves to make my desire for him skyrocket and as his hand scrapes down my belly toward the tiny scrap of lace covering my pussy, I arch my hips off the bed. He slips under the waistband and when his fingers brush over my clit, I cry out, my body eager for more.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet, Em,” he growls, ripping my panties down my legs.

“Told you,” I breathe as I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for his touch again.

“Look at me, baby,” he says and my eyes snap open, meeting his as he leans in and presses his lips to my belly. I moan, unable to look away as he kisses lower and lower, making me shake with need. “I’ve been dreaming about what you taste like since the first night I stayed here.”

He bites my thigh and I jump, but oddly enough, even that turns me on.

“Please, Nix. I need you.”

He runs his thumb over my slit. “Say that again.”

“I need you,” I offer up freely, not even the least bit concerned that I’m giving too much away because I meant what I said earlier. I trust Nix in a way that I’ve never trusted anyone else.

“God, I love hearing you say that. You ready for this?” he asks, meeting my eyes again and I nod.

“Yes, please. Touch me, Nix.”

He groans before leaning in and flicking his tongue over my clit. I cry out, fisting the sheets underneath me and he spreads my legs wider before doing it again.

“Nix!” I shout, reaching down and grabbing one of his hands as my hips arch off the bed. He sucks my clit into his mouth as he slips a finger inside me and I clench around him, my legs shaking around his head.

“Fucking Christ, Emma,” he groans, pumping his finger in and out of my wet, aching core. His lips brush against my skin again, trailing kisses up my body as he continues sliding his finger into me before adding a second one.

“God, yes,” I moan, my release building quickly. He pulls his fingers out of me, standing up and quickly taking his boxer briefs off. My gaze zooms in on his body, following the line of his abs, to the V leading to his impressive cock, jutting out proudly from his body. I lick my lips and he groans as he takes it in his hand, stroking himself slowly a few times.

My breath stutters and I can’t take my eyes off him. When I meet his eyes, I melt beneath the fire in his gaze. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I lie back and spread my legs open so he can see me as I slowly start sliding my hand down my belly toward the apex of my thighs. His eyes lock on my hand immediately, and he stops stroking his shaft. When my fingers skate over my clit, I sigh and he starts pumping himself again.

“Emma,” he groans, unable to pull his gaze away. After a moment, he stops and grabs a condom.

“Are you clean?” I ask.

“Huh?”

“Are you clean, Nix?”

“Yeah.”

“Then no condom. I’m on birth control and I want to feel you.”