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“Beautiful house,” I say, looking up at it.

He never takes his heated eyes off me. Without a word, he comes straight for me, cups my cheeks, and kisses my mouth.

I moan as I taste him again. This is pure bliss right here, being kissed by this man. I can’t get enough of his tongue, his hands, his smell, the warm brush of his beard against my skin. I’m drowning in all of it and loving every second, sinking deeper into him until the only thing I can think about is getting closer.

I grab the front of his jacket and pull him against me, needing every hard inch of his body pressed to mine. His kiss deepens, turning hungrier, and my knees nearly give out when one of his hands slides into my hair and tilts my head back.

God, I’ve wanted this all night.

Maybe since the first moment I saw him.

“The front of the house… gets… five stars…” I say in gasps as he kisses my neck, that perfect hand squeezing my hip like he’s claiming it for himself. “What about the… inside…?”

He pulls himself away from me with a growl, those sexy lust-filled eyes focused on my open mouth. “Come,” he says, his deep voice all scratchy and raspy like he can’t hide the primal want he’s feeling.

I swallow hard, trying to compose myself as he quickly unlocks the door and swings it open. His eyes dart right back onto me, reaching for me, guiding me inside.

“Oh,” I whisper, distracted for a brief moment when I see inside his house. It’s just as gorgeous as the outside with the thick wooden beams running along the ceiling, the stone fireplace, and the big, expensive-looking couch. The furniture is sparse and there aren’t any pictures on the walls or curtains on the windows. He just moved in and is still getting settled. An image of us together in IKEA shopping for rugs and throw blankets fills my mind and my mouth curls up into a grin.

Before I can further indulge in the fantasy, Dane closes the door, takes me in his arms and kisses me again. I grab his jacket once more, but this time, I’m pulling it off his big shoulders.

Clothes… Too many clothes…

I drop it on the floor as he takes off mine. I wiggle it off my arms and then immediately start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding my hands onto his hairy chest before I get halfway down his stomach.

“God, Ivy,” he growls as I continue unbuttoning as fast as I can. “I’ve been wanting you so badly. I couldn’t sleep or eat or think. It’s been an obsession.”

“I know,” I say, sliding my hand into his hair as I look into his eyes. “It’s been the same for me.”

Our eyes lock for a long heated moment, and then we’re back on each other, kissing, and touching, and pulling off clothes.

I get his shirt off and gasp when I see how big and muscular he is.

“Wow,” I whisper, dragging my cold fingertips down his abs. He doesn’t even flinch.

I swallow hard when I reach his belt buckle. I look into his sexy eyes as I yank his belt out, unraveling it from his waist and then dropping it onto the ground.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers in a husky voice.

I want to please him. I want to make him feel more pleasure than he’s ever felt in his life.

He lets out a sensual moan as I lean forward and kiss his chest. My knees dip as I slowly kiss a trail down his hard stomach, unbuttoning and then unzipping his jeans as I drop lower.

I feel my body melting for him. I’m so wet. My nipples so hard. When my hand grazes his erection, a rush of heat rips through me.

I kneel on the floor in front of him, slide my hands along his hips, and pull down his jeans.

“Oh, boy,” I whisper when I see how hard he is. His gray boxer briefs are pulled tight around his erection. He’s so big. So long. My mouth waters as I stare at it, unable to move for a long moment.

It’s only when he lets out a low groan that I snap back into action, dipping my hands into his waistband and pulling his underwear down.

The thick head of his cock snags on the material and then springs out, long, hard, and so beautiful it’s staggering. I stare at his solid shaft in awe as I pull his boxer briefs down his muscular legs. He steps out of them, removing his shoes and socks at the same time.

My heart pounds as I wrap my hands around the base of his hard cock, squeezing it as he watches with dark, lustful eyes.

“That’s it,” he growls as I lick my lips. “It already feels so good, baby. Your hands are magical.”

I’m so turned on as I lean forward. Having this man groaning for me, moaning for me, growling for me is really lighting my fire. He drops his head back and moans heavily as I drag my tongue up his hard shaft.