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stubble. He had the bad-boy persona down pat as he greeted her with another roguish grin. It was his wildness that had attracted her from the beginning—and still made her weak in the knees each time she looked at him. Yet he had changed. Three years ago he had never professed his love, nor would his words have been so heartfelt as they were last night. Could she believe him—should she?
Zoë might be crazy, but her mind was made up. If they couldn’t work things out, she’d take all she could get this weekend. Only a fool would pass up this chance. The selfish need to believe he wanted her was too overpowering to resist. “Don’t let me stop you.” She widened her legs and invited him to continue.
Gentle kisses fell on the inside of her thighs while he caressed her pubic hair softly. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
She felt beautiful this morning. Hell, he had always made her feel beautiful. From their first meeting he had looked at her as if he could eat her up—and now he was. Just the knowledge of what was to come made her breasts swell and her nipples grow taut. Moisture dampened her thighs. She couldn’t wait for the moment his lips touched her aching flesh.
A large finger pushed between her folds, causing her thighs to part farther. It felt good as he pumped in and out of her sex.
“You’re so wet. Slick.” He extracted his finger and traced it along her slit and circled her clit before he entered her again. As he leisurely finger-fucked her, he nibbled and licked on the outer and inner lips of her sex. When he lightly flicked his tongue back and forth, barely touching her clit, she released a whimper of need. Heat coiled low in her belly. The spring drew tighter the closer he licked toward the sensitive bundle of nerves. A featherlight touch followed by a much harder sweep of his tongue, he varied his strokes to tease and build her arousal. As he lubricated the area with his saliva, he breathed warm puffs of air.
Zoë threaded her fingers through his hair. She loved the silkiness gliding across her thighs. Her hips rose and fell, meeting both the rhythm of his finger and tongue. Slowly, he drew the tip of her clit into his hot, wet mouth and sucked. She firmed her grip on his head, holding him to her as the slightest of spasms began to ignite, popping like fireworks. He must have sensed her oncoming excitement because he buried his face and growled, suckling and slurping with obvious pleasure.
Her body began to burn, the heat to rise. It felt if she couldn’t widen her legs far enough, his finger couldn’t get deep enough or move fast enough to outrun the blaze spiraling up her channel. The urgency with which she moved beneath him heightened his pace. His muffled growls were driving her wild.
All of a sudden, he extracted his finger. His warm, wet digit circled her rosebud, once, twice.
God, it was amazing. She had never allowed anyone to take her there. Yet it felt so natural with Drew.
The pressure he exerted increased, little by little. Unconsciously, she pushed against his finger, wanting—needing. When he slipped inside her tight entrance, stars burst behind her eyelids. The pain was bittersweet, clashing with her explosive orgasm. It was a maelstrom of sensations racing in all directions. Fingers, toes, it was everywhere all at once. Then his lips closed around her clit and he began to suck, setting off yet another series of strong contractions.
“Drew,” she screamed. Her fingers curled in his hair. The sharp burn in her ass blended with the constrictions of her womb. It could only be described as euphoria. A throaty, sated groan pushed from her mouth. She had never felt anything so stimulating. It left her breathless.
Zoë’s heart raced. Her body a throbbing pulse as he rose on his palms with a thoroughly pleased expression on his face. Slowly his gaze burned a path up her length until their eyes met.
“I can’t wait to fuck your ass.” She swallowed hard with his admission. Just the thought made her anus pucker and her blood pressure soar. “Feel you tight around my dick.” His voice dropped an octave. He pushed to a kneeling position and then rested his butt on his calves. His fingers wrapped around his hard erection. He slid his palm up and down. “Come here.”
Damn. He was hot. The look in his