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“You’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled those perfect, pale thighs apart and zeroed in straight to the place where he wanted to be the most.
She tried to bring her knees together, but he wouldn’t be denied. He pulled them apart again and brought his mouth to the heart of her sex. The scent of her arousal intoxicated him. He flattened his tongue and swept it up between her glistening pink lips.
She squirmed beneath him, but he slid his arms under her thighs and clamped his hands over her hips to keep her still. And open to him.
He had to taste more of her. He licked over her slit again. And again. Each time, he drove his tongue deeper. Her taste consumed him as she grew wetter against his mouth. One of his hands released her hip to tease at her opening.
Mandy lifted her hips in a wordless plea, and he gave her what she wanted. He plunged his middle finger inside of her as his tongue swirled her clit.
She moaned, and it only pushed him harder. A second finger joined the first, and as he fucked her with his hand, she met every thrust with a swivel of her hips. He replaced his tongue with the flat of his thumb and let her ride out her own pleasure until he felt her walls pulsing beneath his hand.
Heart pounding, he grabbed one of the foil packets he’d stocked on the nightstand and ripped it open. He rolled on the condom and was inside her so fast, her pussy was still contracting around him. “Fuck,” he gritted out. Nothing had ever felt so good.
He tried to move slowly. He really did, but she was so wet and hot, and her hands gripped his ass, urging him to drive into her faster. Harder.
When the orgasm finally crashed over him, an electric current of pleasure shot through his body. He went rigid. His toes fucking curled, and it was the most singularly perfect moment of his entire life.
Mandy released the hold she had on his cheeks, and he rolled to his back, keeping her in the cage of his arms.
Only then did his actions catch up with him. He’d intended to take things slowly. To take her virginity gently and with care. He was the worst kind of asshole.
He ran his hand over her beautiful red hair. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”
She sniffed.
Shit. Was she crying?
She sniffed again, and it turned into a giggle.
Wait. Was she—“Are you laughing?”
Her giggles gave way to full-on laughter.
He sat up. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?”
“No.” She stopped laughing, but a wide smile still lit her face as she faced him. “I’m laughing because I’m happy.” Her soft, smooth hand caressed his cheek. “I’m laughing because this was perfect.Youare perfect.”
She leaned toward him, touching her forehead to his. “I’m happy, Kane. And I love you.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kane
Mandy’s condo was part of a five-story building on the very edge of downtown. The exterior was rust colored on the bottom floor, but the color yielded to a shade more like sand above the second level. At least half of the façade was glass, though.
Mandy always did like a sunny day. She probably kept the shades open all the time.
How many times had he looked at her to find her eyes closed, head tilted back, absorbing the sunlight? But those images were from another life. Another version of her, which had probably been dead for years, if it had ever really existed in the first place.
He shut down the memories of a fall afternoon at the corn maze where they’d intentionally gotten lost for hours. The Mandy with the bright eyes and open heart wasn’t the one who had summoned him here.
The doorman shot him an appraising look, and Kane steeled himself for an argument. Even a child could see he didn’t belong in a place like this.
“Mr. Hale?” the man asked smoothly, then opened the door without waiting for an answer.
He blinked, standing frozen for a moment before stepping over the threshold. The buttoned-up older man escorted him to the elevator and waved an electronic keycard over a sensor at the elevator. The doors parted immediately.
“Fourth floor,” the doorman said solemnly. “Second door to your right, sir.”