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Dane’s warm breath against my car made prickles of pleasure run all across my skin.
There were so many sensations, I hardly knew what to do. His breath, his soft, warm lips against my skin, the weight of his strong body pressing down into mine, his hardness between my legs, pressing exactly where I wanted him but leaving me hungry for more. For movement. Friction.
My breasts ached for…something. I wasn’t sure what. I arched up into him as his hand traced my ribs and played across the sensitive swell of my lower breast.
When his fingers passed over my nipple, I gasped. Sensation rocketed through my body, right down to my core, even though he touched me through the layers of my top and bra.
I moaned, and suddenly, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to feel his touch on my skin. I wanted to get rid of every single barrier between us.
“Dane…” I moved my
hand to tug at the collar of my own shirt, Every move he made gave me just a little of the friction I craved, and I was half–delirious with need already.
“Not you,” he growled. “Me.”
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He captured both of my wrists in one hand, lifted them over my head, and pinned me in place, stretched out beneath him.
With his free hand, he worked his way under the hem of my shirt and lifted.
1 had no idea what kind of magic he used to get me out of that shirt while barely moving his grip on my wrists, but suddenly my torso was bare except for my bra.
He worked some kind of similar magic on my pants, and then I was beneath him with barely anything to cover me.
I felt so vulnerable being this exposed when he still had his pants, at least. But the vulnerability only made me hotter. I parted my legs wider. Since he was going maddeningly slowly, I searched needily for my own pleasure, rocking my hips so I could feel him just how I wanted.
“Greedy,” Dane growled, but there was a smile in his voice. He flexed his hips and gave a low, sexy laugh when I moaned. “You like that?”
I could only moan again in response. I loved it. I loved every single thing he was doing to me, and as far as I knew, we’d barely begun.
With my hands still pinned above my head, he slid one hand behind my back. In the next second, my bra came free. He pulled it off, then secured my hands again.
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He lifted his body off of mine. I wanted to complain. Then he settled back down, this time straddling me.
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He held himself above me with my wrists pinned over my head, and I realized what he was doing. He could see all of me.
My breath sped as I watched him devour me with his eyes alone, feasting on my face, my neck, my breasts. His eyes lingered there before dropping to my abdomen and the curve of my waist.
“You are perfect,” he breathed. With his free hand, he touched my hair, traced the curve of my ear. Then his fingertips moved to my jaw, my neck. Brazenly, I arched back, wanting him to see. Wanting the touch of his callused hands everywhere all at once.
He drew a line with two fingers down the center of my neck, over my collarbone to my chest. His fingers trailed between my breasts and down to my navel. Pleasure built in my core as I imagined what it would feel like for his fingers to keep going…
I gasped as, instead of trailing downward, he moved his hand to my breast. He squeezed softly. Then, when my whimpering gave away how much I liked it, he squeezed a little harder. Then he took my nipple between two of his fingers and pinched gently.
It felt like lightning. Like fireworks of pleasure bursting between my legs as he rolled and pinched again. I couldn’t help it, I bucked and made desperate sounds. “Dane…ah!”
I was panting, needy. Dane smirked. He was enjoying every second of this. “If you like that,” he said, “wait until I…”
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He lowered his mouth and sucked my other nipple between his lips.
It felt so good. So good. I cried out, arching up into him. He continued to pinch and roll one nipple and nip and suck at the other, playing with me like my body was his favorite toy. One he liked to hear beg and moan.
I had no idea how long he worked me like that, becoming a mindless thing of sensation and need. He finally rolled off me and lay on his side. He moved his mouth from one of my breasts to the other. With his free hand, he trailed down my waist and hip.
When he got to my underwear, he dipped his fingers beneath the flimsy fabric and slipped one between my folds.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice unsteady. “You’re so wet for me already.”
I cried out at the contact on my oversensitive clit and let my legs fall open. He circled the needy bud once, then slipped a finger inside me.
I cried out again. “Dane, please, I’m going to–I want–you!”
