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Gaze locked on hers, he soaped his hands and eased her knees apart. He lightly brushed soothing fingers over her pussy and sent her a look of intimacy and promise. “Are you sore?”

The concern in his eyes and his light caresses became her undoing. Overwhelmed by his tenderness and entirely lost in the moment she sagged against him. “Maybe just a little,” she admitted honestly. With a deep ache of desire urging her on, she swayed her hips, rubbing her pussy against him.

He brushed her wet bangs from her forehead and grinned. “Then when we’re done here, I’ll have to kiss you better.” His voice dripped with desire and brought on a shudder.

Warms hands soaped and caressed her body, so achingly tender it was all she could do to keep herself upright. His touch felt more emotional than physical, different from their wild coupling in the courtyard, but just as powerful.

Ensconced in silence, they spent a long moment just touching each other, taking their time to get to know one another intimately. She palmed his muscles, washing his body in return. She scraped her nipples over his chest as her hands trailed lower, to grip his hard cock. When she gave a little squeeze, his nostrils flared and she sensed it was all he could take.

“Goddammit, Taylor,” he groaned, longing coloring his voice. “I need you in my bed. Now.”

A fresh wav

e of moisture erupted in her pussy and she nearly sobbed with pleasure. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be,” she cooed, her words coming out breathy.

Christian turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around her body, scooped her into his arms and carried her to his room. Smiling, he laid her across his bed.

He threaded his fingers through his hair as he spent a long time looking at her. “Spread your legs, baby.” All humor disappeared from his eyes. He licked his lips as he inhaled her aroused scent. He lowered his voice. “I’ve been dying to taste you again.”

Achy to feel his cock inside her—everywhere, Taylor obliged. When he nodded his approval, she decided to tease him a bit. She slipped her hand between her thighs, remembering just how much he seemed to like that. She pulled open her lips and stroked her clit. “Mmm, I love how soft my pussy feels.”

Christian growled. “And I love how it tastes.” He climbed between her legs. He widened her thighs and dipped his head. The minute his warm tongue touched her sex, her thoughts fragmented. She gripped the bed sheets and arched into him, driving his tongue in deeper. His intimate, erotic strokes went right though her, touching her so profoundly she thought she’d die of pleasure.

“I love when you to make love to me with your tongue.” She bucked against him, frenzied with need.

“You are so hot and wild, Taylor.” Christian pushed a finger inside her, stirring her desires.

“Yes,” she cried out, her head falling to the side. It amazed her how well Christian knew her body, how attuned he was to her needs and how he knew just where to touch her to drive her over the edge. He spent a long time between her legs, licking and sucking and kissing her with his tongue and fingers. She watched him with the instinctive knowledge that Christian was the only man capable of extinguishing the flames inside her. Her pussy muscles began rippling, her breathing grew shallow.

“That’s my girl. Let me taste your sweetness.” As his soft voice slid over her skin, she erupted into his eager mouth. Moaning in pleasure, Christian licked her clean.

A moment later, Christian climbed up her body and brushed her damp hair from her forehead. Spent and completely exhausted, Taylor drew deep gulping breaths and raked her fingers through his hair. “That was so good,” she murmured.

Christian grinned. “We’re not done yet, babe.” He gathered her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers for a deep, mind-numbing kiss. “I plan on making sweet love to you all weekend, Taylor.”

When his tongue slipped inside her mouth to mate with hers, lust sizzled through her veins, giving her a second wind. Even though she knew any more time spent in his arms would be her emotional undoing, she widened her legs, glanced at the clock and offered him a sultry smile. “Since weekends are far too short, we should probably get started.”

6

Hours later, after morning had come and gone, Saturday night was upon them. Taylor lay in Christian’s bed, her pussy swollen and sore from their night together. But oh, what a glorious night it had been.

Listening to his soft breathing sounds, she touched his chest and admired his roguish good looks, loving everything about him. As her gaze skated over his face, his chest and his cock, her pussy muscles clenched, desperately needing him inside her again, needing the connection, the intimacy. A riot of emotions erupted inside her and made her heart catch. Jesus, how would she ever go back to watching him parade women in and out of his apartment, knowing how much she wanted him—all to herself.

“Good evening, sunshine,” he whispered.

She forced a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He narrowed his eyes and touched her cheek with a gentle hand. “Hey, what’s up?”

He could obviously tell something was bothering her. “Nothing,” she lied. “I was just thinking it was time for me to go.”

The smile fell from his face as he pulled her to him, covering them in blankets. “Where? And don’t tell me back to The Hose to pick up any other guy.”

“What?” His possessive tone took her by surprise. “You didn’t seem to mind me going last night.”

He scoffed. “Only because you had your heart set on playing a pick-up game. And I wanted to play a little one on one game with you, too.”

Her pulse leapt, her stomach coiled with excitement. “Really? You did?”