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I drew in a slow breath to calm myself. Research was one thing, but I wanted this. Naomi, not the character I could write at a later date. It wouldn’t even fit in the dragon world of my current books, but the curiosity that lived in me was as consuming as Colder’s touch.

“Learning with you is more than just research,” I said quietly.

He groaned and opened his legs a little to widen my legs, as well. Even with my heels, I barely could touch the floor with my toes. “When you come apart for me, there’s nothing more exciting, Naomi. Regardless if we call it a lesson or not. It’s more to me too.”

I lifted my fingers to cover his on my neck. “I want to know…with you.”

The song on his playlist slid into a low, throbbing bass that added to the soft glow of the room. To the moment.

To the man who was showing me so much.

His fingers strummed my clit in time with my heartbeat, which felt like it was lining up with the music. I rested my head against his chest as he stretched me wider with his legs and his long, achingly talented fingers.

Ever so slowly, his hand tightened under mine on my throat. The pressure of it amplified each stroke between my legs. I could feel my pulse echoing in my body and in my pussy as the glow of the room sparkled and my eyes teared a little.

He released my neck and I arched against him.

He dipped inside of me, groaning as my body vised around his two fingers. He pulsed inside of me, the palm of his hand adding to the friction. Then his hand tightened on my neck again just as I was going up, just as the release was coming at me like a golden wave.

The glow of the room shimmered and darkened as I was suspended on the edge. Him holding me open, owning my body, owning my orgasm.

Owning the time of it.

I leaned into it and when he released my neck, the flood of everything coalesced into a gasp that set off a chain reaction of release unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

He held me wide and demanded more as he stroked my clit. Rather than holding me at my neck, his hand slid down to my waist. He held me against him as I arched up and his name left me on a guttural cry.

“That’s it. God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

I lifted my arm to grip onto anything, finding his shoulder, then his neck as I tangled my fingers into his hair. “Colder.”

“I’m here.” He kissed my neck before he situated me sideways on his lap.

I curled into him as I came down and my breathing evened. I laughed a little. “I’m the one who’s mostly naked again. Why is that?”

He chuckled. “Because I want to give you everything.”

I glanced up at him. Before I could ask what that meant, he covered my mouth with his and there were no more words between us. For once in my life, I certainly didn’t have them to give.

Instead, I’d just have to show him.

CHAPTER 22

COLDER

Naomi hooked her arm around my neck and toppled us against the bed. Her perfect breasts swayed in front of me, and I took the opportunity to flick open the catch on her bra. Then I got a face full of softness and I couldn’t resist a taste.

She gripped my shoulders and pinned me to the mattress. “My turn.”

I laughed and then groaned as she straddled me. She made quick work of my buttons and peeled my shirt off. Fuck, she was still wet as hell against my skin. I couldn’t resist trying to roll her over, but she was having none of it.

She was tiny, but she was stronger than she looked.

She inched down to get my jeans out of the way, but required a little help. We were both giggling like idiots by the time she’d stripped me as naked as she was.

Naomi was exactly what I’d always wanted in my life.

Intelligent, a sex drive that was only equaled by her curiosity, and she got me like no other person in my life. I’d never been with a woman who was more interested in the moment than not messing up her hair or makeup. Instead, she was honest with her reactions and even her frustrations.