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She turns around, and the air between us vanishes. Her eyes are wide, dark with an anticipation that mirrors my own. I reach out, my fingers trembling slightly as I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. My hand lingers on her neck, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

"I’ve wanted this since the first day we met," she says, her voice barely a breath.

"Me too," I say, leaning down. "I’m dying for you."

Our lips collide, and she moans into my mouth, her hands flying up to fist in my hair, pulling me closer as if she’s trying to merge our bodies into one.

I back her up against the floor-to-ceiling glass, my hands roaming over her curves. The silk of her dress is slick under my palms, but the skin beneath is burning. I break the kiss to trail my mouth down her throat, savoring the low, desperate whimper that erupts from her lips. The sound makes my head spin.

"Are you sure?" I groan against her skin.

“Positive.” She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me toward the hall. “Now, shut up and kiss me.” We don't make it to the bed before the clothes start coming off. My shirt is discarded somewhere near the door, buttons rattling against the floor. Her dress follows, pooling around her feet in a heap of emerald silk.

Standing there in her lace underwear, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her body is all soft skin and dangerous curves, a landscape I want to spend the rest of my life exploring. I strip out of my slacks, my cock already hard and straining against my boxers, aching for the feel of her.

I lift her up into my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist. I carry her the rest of the way to the bed and lay her down. The slits of moonlight catch the sheen of sweat on her skin. I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other wanders down to the lace covering her heat.

"You’re so wet for me, Rory," I growl, my fingers dancing over the damp fabric.

"Please," she whimpers, arching her back as my thumb finds her clit through the lace. She shudders and grabs a fistful of the sheets. “Ryan.” My name is barely a whisper. Fuck, I love the sound of it on her lips. I don’t hold back. I grab both sides of her panties and rip them off in one move. The lace shreds in my hands. Her breath catches, and I can feel her heart hammering under my mouth. “Those were my best pair of panties,” she grumbles as I trail kisses down the line of her stomach, tasting her skin, nipping at her belly button until she’s writhing under me.

“I’ll buy you another pair.” Hell, I’ll buy her all the sexy little panties she wants. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I growl, dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed. I lift her hips and spread her legs wide, exposing that perfect pussy I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.

Her scent hits me hard. I lose all sense of control. I run my tongue along her inner thigh, loving the way her muscles jump under my hands. I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs and stare for a second, just soaking in the view. She’s already dripping for me, wet and swollen with need.

I dive in, dragging my tongue up the length of her slit. Her moans echo off of my bedroom walls. I lap at her, slow at first, then rough, and she falls apart for me. I fucking love how responsive she is. Every lick, every stroke, she gasps and arches, begging for more.

“Ryan, oh my God, don’t stop,” she begs, her fingers tangling in my hair.

Never. I could eat her for hours. Rory cries out, her thighs clamping around my head like she’s trying to drown me in all this sweetness. Fuck, I’d let her. I slide two fingers into her tight pussy and curl them just right, working her as I lap at her clit. Her back comes off the bed, that wild hair fanning out over the pillow. She makes desperate little gasps, like she can’t get enough air.

“Ryan, oh my God, I can’t—I’m gonna—” She breaks off with a scream, her pussy spasming around my fingers. The taste of her is better than any goddamn thing on earth. I keep sucking, keep teasing every drop of pleasure from her body until she’s begging me to stop. I pull back and stare at the mess I’ve made of her, the way she’s shaking, flushed and breathless and so fucking gorgeous I have to grit my teeth.

My cock is throbbing so hard it’s almost painful.

I line up and rub the thick head against her dripping entrance. “You’re mine.”

“Yours.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and drags me down until our mouths collide again.

I push in slowly, an inch at a time, watching her face as I stretch her. She’s tight, so fucking tight, her pussy clenching around me as I slide deeper. A low, guttural moan escapes her as I bottom out, my balls pressing against her as I fill her completely.

"God, you feel incredible," I hiss, resting my forehead against hers.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a bruising kiss. "Don't stop. Ryan, move."

I start to pull back, almost all the way out, before slamming back in. The sound of our bodies meeting is a wet, heavy slap that echoes in the quiet room. I find a rhythm, deep and relentless, pounding into her until the world narrows down to the sensation of being inside her.

Every thrust makes her cry out, her nails raking down my back as she meets every movement with a desperate shove of her hips. I reach down between us, my thumb finding her clit and grinding against it as I fuck her. The combination is too much; her eyes roll back, and her breath hitches into a series of short, sharp pants.

"Come for me, Rory," I growl, picking up the pace. "Give it all to me."

She screams my name as she shatters, her entire body trembling as the orgasm takes her. The feeling of her clenching around me is the final straw. I bury my face in her neck, a loud groan ripping from my throat as I explode inside her, hot spurts of cum filling her as I pump into her one last time.

We collapse together, our skin slick and sticky, our breath coming in ragged bursts. The silence of the apartment returns, but it’s different now. It’s not empty. It’s full of the scent of us—sex and sweat and something that feels dangerously like a beginning.

I roll onto my side, pulling her to my chest, her back tucked against my front. I kiss the top of her head, my hand resting on her stomach. The moon is still high over the Sound, but the world feels like it’s shifted on its axis.

CHAPTER EIGHT