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“You’re stunning,” he says, pulling back to watch me. “I can feel how wet you are through those fucking shorts.” His fingers glide a path up my bare leg, teasing the underside of my ass. “Ride my thigh, Harloe. Let me see you make yourself feel good.”

I pause only for a second, swallowing my nerves. I’m confident in most aspects of my life, but I’ve never been bold in bed. After one judgmental ex, I lost my confidence.

But there’s something about the way Shane watches me. Like I can do no wrong. Like he enjoys what he sees, and it has me feeling braver.

His dark hair hangs over his forehead. Those nearly black eyes are heated. Every strong feature of his face is tense. And when I rock over him, that square jaw of his clenches.

“That’s it. Take your pleasure from me.” He leans in, teasing my jaw with a soft graze of his teeth. “God, Harloe. I can feel everything.”

Wrapping a hand around the back of his head, I pull him closer and whisper, “Probably because I’m not wearing any underwear.”

His groan is exhilarating. Shane clutches my hip, pulling me even closer until the outline of his hard cock presses against my core. Thick and long and hard and…

“Is that—” My breath hitches as he grinds me against his cock again, and I’m sure I feel it this time. “You’re pierced.”

And not just once. I feel multiple pieces of metal as he rocks me against him.

Shane pauses when he sees the shock on my face, hesitating like he’s worried I’ll be intimidated. It is intimidating because metal below the belt is only something I’ve read about. But at the same time, I’ve never been so curious.

So turned on.

I wet my lips, brushing my mouth against his. “And here I thought the tattoos and tight T-shirts were dangerous.”

“Listen closely, cowgirl.” Shane flips me around so that my back is to his front and his mouth is at my ear. Slowly, he moves his hand down my body, sliding between my breasts and teasing each nipple before moving lower. When he reaches my thigh, he spreads my legs, using his knee to keep them apart. “Everything about me is dangerous.”

He pauses at the hem of my sleep shorts, as if he’s waiting for me to heed his warning. His thick length presses against my ass as he splays his hand over my stomach. I should probably stop this now before we go too far.

Before I fall too hard.

But I’m tired of holding it together. I want to let go.

“Well then.” I grab his wrist and push his hand lower. “Don’t stop now.”

Shane slips his hand into my shorts and groans when he reaches my soaking core. “You weren’t kidding about the underwear.”

His fingers slide through me, getting slick with every pass as he rolls his thumb over my clit. I’m about to make a joke and tease him a little more when he drives a finger deep, and I lose all words. Two fingers spread me while the other two fuck me, and I can’t think.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. So tight.” He kisses the side of my neck—licking, nipping, grazing. “Such a greedy pussy dripping all over my hand.”

“Holy hell.” My eyes roll back as he fucks me with his fingers.

I’ve never been talked to the way Shane talks to me. He’s unapologetic, telling me exactly what he’s thinking. My legs shake as he drives deep, rolling his thumb over my clit. I grind my ass against him, rocking over his hand, no longer caring that I’m a total mess because I need this release more than air.

His free hand snakes under me, holding me tight to his chest as he skims his fingers under my shirt. The soft caress of his fingertips along the underside of my breast sends a flush of goose bumps over my skin. He flicks a nipple, then pinches—hard. Right as he thrusts another finger into me.

His breath is a whisper against my neck. “That’s it. Show me what you like. Let me imagine how you would feel riding my cock.”

The sound of him fucking me with his hand is all I hear over my thundering heartbeat. He rolls a thumb over my clit again, and the sensations are almost too much. I feel him everywhere.

Cutting me loose.

Setting me free.

Spots dot my vision, and the world falls away until there is only me and Shane. I’m lost in his touch. In his breath on my neck. On the climax shattering through me. Endless pulses that drag me under in unrelenting waves.

Shane slows but doesn’t stop, letting me ride out every delicious shiver before he finally pulls his hand away. He draws a wet path up my chest, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking the taste of me off them.

“Fuck that’s hot,” I whisper, watching him over my shoulder.