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Worry shifted through her features, and the sated look in her eyes started to vanish. “Did I…did I do something wrong?”

“What? Fuck, no, Eves. Christ, you did nothing wrong…”

“Then why do you look like that?”

There was no way I could get away with not telling her, besides the fucking wet patch on the blanket, my cock was at half-mast after blowing so hard which was going to halt proceedings for a few minutes anyway.

“Blew my load,” I forced out, feeling my fucking face heat. Jesus. I did not blush. I didn’t think I’d ever blushed in my goddamn life before that morning in Everly’s room.

“What?” she whispered.

“Your pussy under my tongue, clenching around my finger…fuck, Everly, so much better than I imagined.” I cleared my throat. “So good, I couldn’t stop it.” I kissed her shoulder, partly because I couldn’t stop myself and party to hide my embarrassment. “You made me come on the covers, Eves, just from the taste of you.”

Her hand slid over my back. “You’re upset about that?”

“Yes, I’m fucking upset,” I growled out. “I don’t lose control like that, baby. Christ, only you make me lose my shit like this.” I pressed a kiss to her lips. “I wanted to make this perfect for you, Eves. Not this, not…”

“It was.” She cupped my face. “It was, Dane. And we haven’t exactly finished yet, have we?” she said, softly.

I was already getting hard again. “No, fuck no. I just…”

“How about I see if I can help?” She pushed on my shoulder and I rolled to my back. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

And what do you know, my dick was back to ready-to-fuck hard before she finished her sentence.

Chapter Fifteen

Everly

Naked and eager, I straddled Dane, bringing my bare pussy down on the scalding hot skin of his ridged abs.

I looked down at him, my gaze moving over his face, those familiar features that I loved so much. I’d seen them lit up with joy and lined with pain and fear.

And now heat, a lust-filled tension that made my belly zap with the same for him.

I dragged my hands down his incredibly cut chest, fingers trailing over my name inked there, bold and beautiful. God, I loved it.

My gaze moving over his arms, covered in tattoos and roped with muscle, down to his stomach, those abs that had been honed to perfection. I glanced up at him. “You’re inanely hot.”

He chuckled roughly.

I slid my hands over those silver hoops in his nipples, resting them there. “I’ve always known it, even when we were just friends, but you were always someone else’s to touch, whichever girl you’d chosen when you were lonely. I never let myself think it could ever be me, that I could end up the girl naked in your bed worshiping your gorgeous body, making you feel good.”

His expression tensed, nostrils flaring. “No one ever did that for me, no one but you. Fucking a random girl never did that. Talking to you, being with you, that was what made me feel good, that’s the only thing that has for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember any other girls, I don’t want to. It’s just you. It was always you.”

My heart honest to God fluttered in my chest. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

His hands, big and solid, the skin rough, went to my hips and he squeezed, sending a shiver through me before they slid higher, skimming up my waist to my breasts and he cupped them. I loved it so much, his hands on me.

“Me either,” he said, voice raspy, eyes heavy lidded.

I covered his hands with mine. “I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“You don’t think my hands on your perfect, soft tits makes me feel good?” he said, that color back in his cheeks but I knew for a different reason. He wasn’t embarrassed anymore, he was turned on.

It made me feel powerful in a way I never had before, in a way I liked, a lot. So though it took some effort, I pulled his hands away and shook my head. “If I let you touch me, I’ll dissolve into a quivering mess and you’ll take over. I want to taste you as well.”

“Yeah?” he gritted out. “Where you gonna taste me?”