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I should have taken her inside, but I couldn’t stop myself. I used my hands to peel her shirt up and over her head, our lips breaking for only a moment to maneuver the fabric away. She let out a small gasp before I captured her mouth once again. My hand moved to her breast, my fingers massaging the soft shape. She moaned into my mouth, and I waited a beat to see if she would pull away.

If she didn’t want this, I wouldn’t hesitate to find her shirt, hand it back, and walk away. But she wanted me as much as I wanted her, pressing her breast further into my palm. I rolled her nipple between my fingers and she shuddered at my touch, breaking from our kiss as her forehead fell against my shoulder.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

“You’re sensitive,” I rasped.

She laughed lightly and nodded against me. “I need more.”

“Your wish is my command.” I stepped back slightly, and she looked at me with wide, excited eyes. Her breaths came out in small pants as I reached down, looping my thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. I looked at her again, a question in my gaze.

She swallowed hard and finally gave me a small nod, just enough to urge me to keep going. I peeled her underwear down, kneeling as I went. As it dropped to her feet, I helped her step out of the fabric and tossed it to the side with her shirt.

I sat back on my haunches and finally looked at Goldie. She stood in front of me, her naked skin glistening in the moonlight, the golden tones only broken by the blush on her cheeks. Her black hair fell around her face, framing her swollen lips—one of which she bit down on as I took her in—and an audible groan escaped my throat. My cock strained in my pants; I felt like I could come just looking at her. She was the personification of perfection. An angel amidst the demons, my savior yet my ruin.

She was everything I had dreamed of and everything I never thought I could have.

I shifted closer, kneeling at her feet, my hands sliding up to her thighs, grasping her as gently as I could.

“Let me worship you,” I rasped, my gaze moving up her body again—stopping at her glistening pussy, her desire for me evident, moving up to the rosy nipples I wanted nothing more than to taste, and finally meeting her eyes. “Please.”

She raised a brow and smirked down at me. “I like seeing you like this. On your knees for me.”

I chuckled lowly, the sound more of a rumble in my chest. Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss on her lower stomach. “If I could spend the rest of my life here, I would.” She laughed as though it were a joke, but I would prove to her it was the most honest thing I had ever said. I tapped the inside of one of her thighs. “Spread your legs, baby.”

She widened her stance tentatively, her gaze locked on mine, waiting on bated breath for what I would do next. I leaned forward, dragging my tongue in one solid line along her seam, reveling in her taste as she parted at my touch.

Goldie shuddered above me, her fingers tangling into my curls to anchor herself. “Lex—”

I hummed a low question against her, my breath hot against her wet skin, and she lost whatever thought she had, letting out a fractured moan instead. I worked my tongue along her sensitive center, drinking in her taste, mapping every fold until her knees began to quake. Instinct took over; she shifted her weight and slung one long leg over my shoulder, pressing herself directly into my mouth.

Damn if it wasn’t the greatest thing I’d ever felt.

I dived deeper, my tongue working in slow, heavy strokes.

“Don’t you stop,” she cried, her body fluttering around me.

As her hips began to jerk frantically, I slipped one finger inside her tight heat, quickly adding a second to stretch and pump in time with her thrusts. I circled her clit with my tongue, sucking firmly and nipping lightly with my teeth—making her gasp and arch off her feet as her grip on my hair tightened to a painful, intoxicating pull.

She was dripping against my hand, her fingers woven through my curls and pulling almost painfully, but it was the kind of pain I craved. The sting only heightened my pleasure. She began to pulse against my fingers, her legs quaking in my hold. I did my best to steady her with my free hand while keeping all my focus on bringing her over the edge.

She came with a breathy cry, the quiet of the night shattering around us as I drew her peak out for as long as I could. She groaned and moaned, my hand and lips completely soaked with her taste.

As the tremors began to wane, her legs buckled. I pulled my fingers free just long enough to wrap my arms around her waist, catching her weight and easing her spent body gently down onto the lawn. The sudden shock of the cold, rain-damp grass against her bare back made her gasp, but I hovered over her instantly, shielding her from the weather with my own heat.

Sliding two fingers right back inside her hot, slick core, I resumed a slow, deep pump, my chest heavy against hers.

“Let me do that again?” I groaned, licking my lips, which were slick with her taste.

She pulled her eyes open, a dazed expression meeting mine. “You haven’t quite stopped,” she spoke, her tone raspy and laced with unconcealed lust.

I looked down at my hand, which was still moving. I couldn’t stop; I was completely addicted to the feel of her. Bracing a hand next to her head, I leaned down. “Come for me again.”

Her eyes went wide. “I don’t think I can.”

“Let me try,” I practically begged. I needed to see it again. To feel it.

I began thrusting harder and slipped in a third finger, opening her up for me. She didn’t answer verbally, but the soft sigh that escaped her lips was answer enough to keep me going as her eyes closed again.