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“I’m not—”

“You are, baby. You’ve given me so much, and you’re lying here offering me something so precious, so sweet, and I wanna take it but I won’t—not until you understand I get all of you.”

Anaya stared up at me with her soft eyes still wrought with pain yet tinged with determination.

“I’m trying.”

“I know you are, and you’ve already given me so much, but I want everything. You ready to give that to me?”

She was quiet for a moment before she finally whispered, “Yes. I’m ready.”

“Good.” I leaned forward to brush a soft kiss across her lips but at the moment of contact she opened and swept her tongue along my bottom lip.

Her hands moved between us, her palm cupped my cheek, the other went lower, pressing against my chest, my stomach, then I lost her touch but not her eyes. She was giving it to me, all of her. Not looking away or guarding herself. She was showing me everything. And what she was showing was confirmation she was exactly who I’d thought her to be. Fearless.

My hand started moving, too, down her neck, over the swell of her breast, her puckered nipple, and finally to the hem of her shirt.

“This needs to go.”

She hurried to do what I’d asked, pushing my hand aside to take over and the tee was yanked up. I lost her eyes and her hand on my face, but only because the fabric was pulled up and over her head, revealing her taut stomach and full tits. I had to close my eyes against the beauty to regain some control.

“Kyle?”

“Give me a minute.”

When I finally had a loose grip on my restraint, I opened my eyes only to find my grip wasn’t loose, it was nonexistent. I had no hope of resisting this woman. None at all, and the truth was, I didn’t want to hold back. I didn’t want to wait to take what was mine, what she’d offered.

Each and every morning I’d felt her tits pressed against my side. I’d known she’d slept without a bra on but, Christ, seeing them bare and feeling them were two different things.

“Promise me, Anaya, you’re ready for this.”

“I promise.”

That was all I needed to hear. I moved and allowed need to take over. Careful not to give her my weight, I settled between her open legs and lowered my mouth to her nipple and pulled it into my mouth. But she wasn’t having the distance. Her hands went to my hair, she pulled me down hard, and her back arched. A low guttural moan filled the room and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, all at once. I cupped her other breast and lifted it closer. I switched sides and lavished the other. Tonguing and sucking every part I could reach like I was starving. And I was. I needed to devour her.

I came up on my knees, still holding both of her breasts in my hands. Unable to take my eyes off of the erotic sight.

“You’re beautiful, Anaya.” My gaze went to hers and she was smiling so big both dimples dotted her cheeks. “So damn beautiful.”

I rolled to the side. One hand went to her hip and tugged down her panties, and as soon as they were to her knees, Anaya wiggled and kicked them free.

Naked.

Holy fuck, was it a sight to behold. I scooted down and my lips went to her hip and I kissed my way across her stomach to the other side.

“Kyle,” she whined and I smiled against her skin.

My lips parted and I licked my way back to where I started.

“Open your legs wider for me.”

She immediately did as I asked and I once again hovered over her, my lips kissing and playing with her tits but this time my finger was teasing her slit. Gathering wetness as it roamed from her opening to her clit. Her hips bucked and her back came off the bed.

“Slow, baby,” I murmured, then went back to tugging her nipple with my mouth.

“More,” she panted.

I slid the tip of my finger into her pussy and groaned when she tightened around the digit. There was no chance in hell I would be able to last. She was too tight, too hot, too fucking eager. I’d blow the second I drove inside of her.