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figuring they’d have
more time. But they hadn’t. He hadn’t.
    Finally they could make up for what they’d missed.
    He grasped her head in both hands and pulled her toward his
groin, urging her on. Begging her to take what he wasn’t even capable of
voicing.
    Kylie reached between his legs to palm his balls while she
slid her mouth up and down until her saliva coated his rock-hard length. The
wet sounds of her devouring him filled the room, broken only by his harsh
grunts. His hips drove forward, but she didn’t balk. Her eyes only offered a
silent demand for more.
    God, she hadn’t been kidding about being experienced. In a
minute he’d be growling like an animal. Fucking her mouth felt damn close to
heaven, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to stop her before the gates
closed.
    With a groan, he gripped her hair and pulled her off him. Control
was something he didn’t have. Not when it came to her. He expected her to
protest, but she didn’t. She just smiled as if she knew exactly how good she
was at rocking his world.
    Still smiling, she feathered her fingertips over the black
sun tattoo that spread its rays from his navel out toward his ribs. “Some kid
dare you to get this too?”
    “No. This one was all my idea.” He swallowed to try to
alleviate his dry throat. “It’s a reminder. The sun always comes up, no matter
how long the night. No matter how dark.”
    “It’s incredibly sexy,” she said after a moment, her
expression as soft as her touch.
    He gave her a lazy grin. Last thing he wanted was for her to
be sad—or to be consumed with thoughts of what she’d left behind. “Think you
might have said that before.”
    “All of you is sexy.” She encircled his cock with her
fingers, though they had trouble stretching around his width. Her tongue darted
out and lapped at the bead of precum on the crown. “I’ve wanted you for
months.”
    The admission prodded his arousal even more. Already his
balls hung heavy between his legs. How much longer he could withstand her
onslaught, he didn’t know, but his hands weren’t gentle as he guided her lips
around him once more. She was too good at this, and he ached too much. “But?”
    She only sucked for a moment before she drew her well-used
mouth away. “But I was with Rob, and I thought it’d pass. I didn’t think you’d
match me in bed, but that was okay.”
    He chuckled, though her concerns about his prowess burned.
“I was drunk that night in college. We fell into bed, and you fell out of it
before I barely had a chance to touch you.”
    “It wasn’t just that. You were so careful with me. I never
wanted that. There was a part of me, one I couldn’t admit, that wanted to be
used. That needed to use someone right back.” She tipped her head back and met
his gaze. The naked vulnerability in her eyes yanked his heart out of his chest
and left him bleeding. “Part of me wondered if you’d changed. If maybe, if we
came together again, it would be different. I could help you see what we could
be together. But you don’t need my help.”
    “No, but I do need something else. That gorgeous pussy on my
mouth.”
    She rose and gestured to the floor. Much to his pleasure,
her face was as flushed as if she’d had an orgasm. “Lie down.”
    A smile teased his lips. Seeing her own form in response—she
had so many variations of smiles, and he’d grown adept at reading her moods
from them—went a long way to smoothing out the rawness in his gut. Bruises and
scratches aside, she hadn’t been injured too badly last night. And Rob hadn’t
broken her. Sexually or emotionally.
    She was okay.
    He lay down and extended his hand, winding his fingers
around her wrist and drawing her down on top of him. Her hair fell forward as
they linked hands, and she poised above his cock, her thighs widening just
enough for the tip of him to flirt with drenched heat. Back and forth she
rubbed, the fire in the hearth mirrored in her eyes. He felt as if he