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Because I had no idea what I was actually doing.

I only knew I needed to get closer.

“Need you,” I mumbled, probably totally incoherently.

“Fuck, baby. What are you doin’ to me?” Trevan ground me against him, using my ass for leverage as he bucked up to meet me.

My bare pussy against the fabric of his jeans.

“I need to feel you. I need⁠—”

He shifted me so that my throbbing nub hit the tip of something extra hard inside his jeans.

Right at his bulging head.

I gasped as sparks of pleasure lit brighter behind my eyes.

And I guess that both Trevan and I went frantic. Gave ourselves over to this stolen moment.

If this was only going to happen once, then we needed to make the most of it.

I rocked and bucked and rolled over him as he rubbed himself against me.

The room catching fire.

Flames licked across my flesh and bliss thrummed like a tease through every nerve in my body.

This impossibility.

But it was never going to be enough.

And I clutched and clung to him as pleas ripped from my mouth.

“Trevan, I need you. I need this. I’ve needed it for so long.”

My nails raked up his neck and down his back as I struggled to get closer.

He held my bottom in both hands then. Desperate as we ground and grated and scored ourselves against each other.

A barrier between us that made me want to go mad all while it still hummed with ecstasy.

“You’re gonna make me come in my fuckin’ pants, Lena.”

“Come in me instead.”

Did he think that was too crass? Too wrong and too much?

Because his hands were suddenly around my waist, and I thought he was going to push me away. But instead, he flipped around and tossed my back to the bed.

He crawled over me, power and warmth, the man right back between my thighs.

Jeans still between us as he desperately rocked against my center.

Friction sparked and flamed.

Grew and compounded as I gasped and clawed.

“You feel so fucking good, and I haven’t even had you.” The words scored the air.