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my hand to my own pleasure button and circling it in the way I know will keep me on the edge until we’re both chasing the finish line.

Gripping his shaft, he runs the head over my slick entrance and lines it up. His hands squeeze my hips as he slides home. Wonderful friction sets my nerve endings alight as he pulls out slowly and ploughs back in. Out. In. Out. Over and over. Building another of those deep and delicious orgasms that will make my toes curl and my eyes cross.

His hands flex at my waist. His teeth nip at my neck. The room echoes with the slap of our bodies slamming together.

“Oh God,” I whimper.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He grunts as he pulls back and thrusts in again. Hard and deep like he’s trying to reach every sensitive inch of me. Not that it would be difficult. He fills me so perfectly. Not that he isn’t bringing me to the brink already. I cry out.

His hand flattens on my back and curves it to change our angle. His thumb lands in the center of my Never Never Land and applies the slightest pressure.

“Oh my fucking… holy shit.” I’m inclined to believe I would give him every inch of me if he asked for it. The pleasure is exquisitely intense. I cry out again as my inner walls start to spasm. My orgasm comes fast and strong and blinding.

He keeps fucking me through it. Pumping in and out of me until I melt like a chocolate bar left in the sun. He comes then too. With a roar.

“Fuck, Lily, that was…” He collapses over me and kisses my shoulder.

“I know.” I turn my head and seek out his lips.

“Seriously. Damn,” he manages between rough breaths and our tongues mingling.

“I know,” I whisper. “I think you just broke me for anyone else.”

Chapter Seventeen

Vale

I think she’s broken me too.

I thought I was an old dog with no new tricks to learn. Sex was just an outlet. Don’t get me wrong. Sex was never awful. It was satisfying in the way that I needed it to be. For both parties.

But tonight is different. Lily is different. The sex is epic. My chest feels like it’s about to bust open with this weird sense of optimism I’m not used to.

Maybe because we’ve known each other for so long. Become friends despite her brother. Grown close. These feelings between us are built on something stronger than attraction. We have a connection that’s much more than sex. It terrifies me, but I can no longer deny it.

And she’s so damn beautiful. Sexy. Funny. Cute.

I shift my weight off her and onto the bed beside her. Use the heel of my palm to push her damp hair out of her face.

She smiles at me, her gorgeous tits heaving with each breath. Her skin is flushed and rosy.

She forgives me too easily though, when I’ve been such an ass. I know this and I want to warn her that she needs to remember to be careful to guard her heart. Because I would hate to break it.

“Come here.” I tug her against my chest. Wrap my arm around her and kiss her forehead.

She lays her hand on my chest. Draws pictures with her finger. “You’re not leaving?”

“Do you want me to?” My breath catches. I don’t want to leave her. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. It’s disconcerting that I feel like this.

She shakes her head against my pectoral muscle. “I’d hoped you’d stay. I want you to stay. But I thought you might not be ready.”

“You thought that’s what I would do because I’m that guy.” There’s a lump in my throat. I have been that man. More times than I’d care to admit to. It was easier. I inhale the tropical scent in her hair.

And still she’s willing to give me a chance.

“You’re not a bunch of walking-talking sex hormones.” She drops her gaze to my body and smiles. “Well, not only that. You’re also a great friend. You’re protective and caring. I don’t know what happened to make you doubt yourself.” She squeezes her arm around me. “But if you need to go slow…”

I turn to her and drape her leg over my hip. “Did you just turn my line back on me?”

She bites her lip to try and stop the grin that takes over anyway. “Maybe.”

“I haven’t dated since I was in high school,” I admit. It’s barely the tip of the iceberg, but I