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My pussy clenches.

I need him.

“Dalton,” I gasp and his teeth graze my skin again, sending a shudder through me. My body arches into him and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, my fingers threading through the hair there.

Goosebumps race across his skin and then, I’m being lifted into the air. A squeal slips past my lips as I wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back and meets my eyes, something dark brewing in those blue depths.

And then we’re moving.

He marches across the house toward the stairs with me in his arms, never once taking his eyes off mine. The promises there making my heart race. Heat rushes through me and my body aches to feel his hands everywhere, all at once.

As he begins taking the stairs, his lips find the side of my neck again and I shudder in his arms, dropping my head back.

“Dalton.”

He groans, taking the stairs faster. “Need you so goddamn bad, baby.”

When we make it to the bedroom, he lays me down on the mattress before taking a step back and yanking his cut off. His t-shirt is ripped over his head next and my mouth goes dry as I stare at his naked chest in front of me.

God, he’s so fucking hot.

I push off the bed, sitting up and reach forward, hooking my fingers into the front of his jeans and pulling him towards me. I pop the button on his jeans and pull them down his legs. His cock springs free and I waste no time wrapping my fingers around his shaft.

He releases a ragged breath, dropping his head back.

“Lennon.”

I’m wet, aching to feel him inside me but I love the way he says my name when I have my hands on him.

Love the way he tries so hard to hold on to that control he wields like a blade.

The way he finally crumbles beneath my touch and breaks.

Licking my lips, I look up at him as I slowly stroke his length, teasing, pushing him closer and closer to that control snapping. His head is still back, relishing in the feeling of my hand on him and his chest heaves with each breath, his hands clenching into fists at his side.

Let go, baby.

Leaning forward, I release his cock only to take him into my mouth a second later and his answering groan echoes through the room. His hand finds my hair and his fingers scrape against my scalp as I take him all the way to the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he bites out, his hips beginning to move, thrusting into my mouth as he struggles to hang on to that control. I pull back and hollow my cheeks, sucking on the tip before releasing him completely and wrapping my fingers around him again. I stroke him slowly, in the way I know makes him lose his mind, and his grip on my hair tightens.

“You like that, baby?” I whisper, looking up. His blue eyes find mine immediately.

God, he looks feral.

I shiver.

“You fucking know I do, Lennon.” He reaches down and takes my hand off his length before pulling me to my feet. “Now is not the time to play with me.”

“I disagree,” I whisper, dragging the tips of my fingers down his chest to his stomach before dipping lower. He shudders but stops my hand before it reaches his dick.

“Clothes off,” he growls, reaching for the hem of my tank top. I don’t even get a chance to do as he said before he’s yanking the top over my head. My bra is next to go and as soon as my breasts spill free, his hands are there, cupping them.

“Dalton,” I whimper as he drags the pad of his thumb over the stiff nipple, dropping my head back and losing myself in the feeling of his hands on my skin.

I’m aching.

Needy.