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“You like that, huh?” he teased.

“Yes.” I stretched the word out. “Don’t stop.”

When his tongue flicked over one nipple—wet and warm—I gripped his shoulders when my legs buckled as pleasure surged through me. My cock throbbed, desperate for more.

He’d unlocked something in me with such ease, and I arched into him, chasing the sensation.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, his voice vibrating against my chest.

I’d never heard Andre swear before, and with the growl, it was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard.

“Can I take your shirt off too?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.

Andre hesitated, a flicker of insecurity crossing his face.

“What’s wrong?” I paused, not wanting him uncomfortable. “We don’t have to.”

“It’s just… I’m not as fit as you,” he admitted softly. “You’re a professional athlete, and I’m… not.”

I cupped his cheek, forcing him to meet my gaze. “I’ve wanted to see you like this since that tent collapsed on us. You’re gorgeous, and I’d like to see all of you. Please.”

He took a deep breath and nodded, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. As the fabric fell away, I stared. His body was lean and toned, with smooth, dark skin. His chest had subtle definition. A sparse treasure trail led from his bellybutton into his shorts. He was perfect.

The sight of him, shy and vulnerable, made my heart ache with tenderness. I wanted to explore every inch, but I also just wanted to take him all in.

His hand trembled slightly as he let his shirt fall on top of mine.

“You’re gorgeous.” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.

His breath hitched.

The intense connection between us almost short-circuited my brain. Did he sense it also?

I wanted to ask, but the words stuck in my throat.

Instead, I brushed my thumb over one of his nipples, curious if he’d react like I had. His response was immediate—he gasped, his body arching into my touch.

“Ethan,” he murmured.

Encouraged, I leaned in and took his nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and teasing it with my tongue. His hands slid into my hair, pulling me closer.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered, his breath ragged.

Knowing I could get these reactions with just a simple touch was intoxicating.

I switched to his other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention, and his moans grew louder. My need was almost unbearable, but I focused on him, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible.

His hands roamed down my back, fingers digging into my skin with desperate urgency. He let out a low, guttural moan. “Ethan, please.”

I met his gaze. The raw desire in his eyes mirrored my own. I nodded, understanding what he needed. As I moved lower, my hands and mouth explored every inch of his body as I went.

Every touch drew a new sound from him, a new tremble. I wanted to learn every sensitive spot so I could bring him pleasure again and again.

When I reached the waistband of his shorts, I paused. “Can I take these off too?”

“If you don’t, I’m going to be really pissed.”

“Good,” I said, smiling. “Because I’d be pissed if you didn’t let me.”