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eyes, but her lip caught between her teeth spoke of her warring desires.
    “Look at me.”
    She met his gaze.
    “I’m not going to fuck you, but you will come around my tongue. I want to taste you. Hear you moan my name.” He worked her panties down her leg, leaving the fabric hooked on one ankle. “No one else’s. Your pleasure is mine tonight.”
    “I don’t know you.”
    “You will.” Whether she learned the intimate details of his life or simply the basics depended on her.
    “We’re in a public place.” Excitement tinged her words.
    “Which is why we came back here.”
    “You planned this?”
    “Not exactly. I wanted to talk to you in private.” He curled his fingers and stroked her core. Her eyelids fluttered. “You’ve distracted me.”
    “What do you want to talk about?”
    “A mutual friend.”
    Her brows pinched. “Are you talking about Jo—”
    He added a third finger and pumped them into her body. Her words turned into a throaty groan. He grinned and stroked her until her arousal soaked his hand. Her breaths quickened. Each exhale lifted her breasts, pushing her erect nipples against the thin cotton. In and out he slid his fingers, listening to the clues she offered and adjusting the speed and angle of his thrusts to take her to the edge.
    Each time her sex quivered and her breathing hitched, he changed the depth, delaying her release. He wasn’t quite ready to allow the hot little Jasmine to orgasm. He enjoyed hearing the sounds coming from her mouth.
    “Rafe”—she rocked against his hand—“please.”
    The please did it. He couldn’t deny her pleasure, not with the desperation laced into that one word.
    He replaced his fingers with his tongue. She cried out, and he groaned. Her flavor was as unique as the woman in his arms—a sweet, earthy tang that left him hungry for more.
    He slid his hands under her bottom and kissed her as completely as he’d explored her mouth. More rich arousal flowed the longer he licked her. She hooked her legs over his shoulders. The move pushed her sex against his face, slickening his chin and shoving his nose into her glistening, short curls. He loved her taste, her eager response, her passion.
    Possessiveness flared, stronger than before. He ignored it and focused on stimulating her. With his hands on her butt cheeks, he helped her fuck herself on his tongue. Her cries guided him. A groan crawled up his throat. She shuddered in response. Perfect. He growled softly, letting the rumble against her sensitive lips take her higher.
    “Yes. There. Please, lick me there.”
    More flicks, and she sobbed his name. He pushed his thumb against her rear opening, and she trembled.
    Worshiping Jasmine became his world. He listened, felt the slight change in the muscles along her core. She was close. Ready to come. He tilted his head, withdrew his tongue and sucked. Her thighs trembled, and she moaned his name. Satisfaction swelled his chest. He brushed his thumb back and force over her ass and lapped up her release.
    The moment she sagged in his arms, he crawled over her and took her mouth in a deep kiss. The taste of her arousal on his lips didn’t bother her, not if her soft sigh was any indication.
    She skimmed her fingertips across his back to settle at the base of his spine and pulled him closer. His breath rushed out with the simple move. More rightness settled over him. He wanted to curl his body around hers and…hold her. Not fuck her. Just tuck her against his chest so her breath warmed his skin.
    And yes, I think that means I’m screwed.
    He turned his head. A deep breath cleared his mind of the thoughts he couldn’t allow to take root. Not yet anyway. “Delicious. Thank you, my Jasmine.”
    She traced his cheek. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”
    He sucked her fingers into his mouth, caressing each tip with his tongue before releasing them. “No line. I feel privileged to be the male gifted with your cries, to have the chance to taste your