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Another moan.

I was desperate for him, for anything he could give me. So, I begged, “Paxton, please.”

Paxton pulled back, looked down at me, and noted the need in my expression. “Lead the way, Aria.”

So, I did.

I reached for his wrist and dragged him behind me, leading the way to my bedroom.

Within seconds of entering the space, I was standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of sexy lacy underwear. I’d gotten Paxton down to his jeans, but I hadn’t managed much beyond that, because he was simply staring at me and appreciating the view.

I hadn’t realized it was possible to feel so powerful and helpless all at the same time. Given the way he was looking at me, I believed I could have easily gone after what I wanted—to get him at least as naked as I was—and he would have welcomed it. But there was a part of me that believed I’d be rewarded by giving him the time he very obviously wanted to just appreciate the sight of me nearly naked.

It was that part which won out.

And I was thrilled to learn I hadn’t been wrong.

Because now things had gotten arguably better.

Paxton had eventually moved from his spot, closed thedistance between us, and gotten his hands on me. His touch started off sweet, light, tender, and soft. And there wasn’t a single exposed part of me he left untouched, whether with his hands or his mouth.

He’d gotten me on my back in the bed, yanked my panties down my legs, and had used the last few minutes to touch and tease me with his fingers between my legs.

I’d been squirming and panting, feeling like a fire had been lit inside me. Paxton’s long fingers were talented, pressing in, plunging, and circling precisely where I needed and wanted them. But he’d build me up, get me so close, and he’d stop.

He’d done that several times already, and each time he refused to push me over, I cried out his name.

“What do you want, Aria?” he asked, his hand still teasing gently between my legs, rubbing my sensitive clit while his lips were mere inches from my mouth.

“I can’t wait any longer. Please,” I pleaded with him.

The corners of Paxton’s mouth tipped up into a victorious smile. I didn’t know why. Surely, he knew this is where things were going to go anyway. Maybe he liked that I’d gotten to the point of begging him.

With his hand still between my legs, he brushed his lips against mine. Then he got up and stripped himself down to nothing.

It was one thing to see him half naked, when he’d been wearing just those joggers and came to my defense, or even tonight in just his jeans. But it was something else entirely to see this man in nothing. Every perfectly sculpted and symmetrical muscle on his body was just as gorgeous as I imagined it would be. And what Paxton had been hidingbeneath his pants was even more enticing than I had suspected.

Drawn to him, I sat up and reached out to touch him. The second my fingers curled around him, Paxton’s hands balled into fists at his sides, and he let out a low groan. I looked up at him and felt my own victorious smile wash over my expression.

Then I stroked him.

His eyes darkened, the look in his expression clearly a promise to deliver something extraordinary.

The kind of man he was, I expected as much. So, I figured I’d take the opportunity to build him up before he took over.

Keeping one hand firmly around his cock, I continued to stroke while my other hand came to his hip before drifting lightly across his skin. His fists were so tightly clenched, they turned white.

And though I found myself growing more and more turned on by watching the way he reacted to what I was doing, I didn’t get to play nearly as long as I would have liked.

He eventually pulled his hips back, forcing me to lose purchase on his hard length. I wanted to groan with frustration, but when he was rolling on a condom a moment later, I got over it and scooted back on the bed.

Paxton joined me, my thighs parting as a silent invitation. With one hand on the mattress beside my body, Paxton’s other hand went between my legs. His mouth immediately sought out mine as his fingers began working their magic again.

God, was there anything this man couldn’t do well?

It took him almost no time to build me up to awrithing mess of limbs. And when I could take no more teasing, I begged, “Please.”

That single word didn’t even sound like it came from me. It was hungry, desperate.