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trek, trailing his fingers almost to my knee before starting back up. Closing my eyes, I sucked in a breath through my teeth when a single fingertip just barely touched my pussy.
    He pushed himself up on one arm and flicked his tongue across my nipple. “I can’t do everything I want to do, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to leave here without making you come a few times.”
    My breath caught, as much from his words as the way his fingers gently circled my clit. I wasn’t used to a man who was so willing—eager, even—to get me off when he knew he wasn’t going to fuck me that night. My orgasms were always a means to an end, a step toward my partner getting what he ultimately wanted. If he wasn’t going to get that, then why bother?
    Disbelief melted away as reality took the form of Connor’s palm resting against my clit while his teeth gently held my nipple so his tongue could tease it. Two fingers slipped inside me, and a low growl emerged from the back of his throat.
    “Jesus, Dani,” he whispered, withdrawing his fingers and slowly sliding them back in, all the while pressing his palm against my clit. With a mix of arousal and frustration, he said, “I can’t even tell you how much I want to be inside you.”
    I bit my lip and moaned, my hips moving in time with his hand’s slow, easy motion.
    “Oh my God, Connor,” I breathed, his name rolling off my tongue as naturally as if we’d been lovers for years. “That’s…” I whimpered as his fingertips gently stroked my G-spot. “That’s incredible.”
    “You’re right, it is.” His voice wavered slightly, his eyes filled with something like wonderment. “I love the way you—” A sharp breath cut him off. “I love the way you move with my hand.”
    “I can’t help it.”
    “I know, and I love it,” he said. “When my hand moves faster, your hips move faster.” He sped up just slightly, and my body responded immediately. “And when I slow down, so do you.” He did. I did.
    “God, yes,” he whispered against my neck. “I can’t wait to feel you move that way when I fuck you.” He kissed just below my jaw. “I want you so badly, Dani.” He exhaled hard, a tremor rippling through him, right down to the fingertips that played against my G-spot. “I want to be inside you, I want to feel you, and I want to be completely at your mercy.”
    All I could do was moan.
    His rhythm was more deliberate now, no longer marveling at the way we moved together but seeking that perfect speed, that perfect pressure, to grant me release.
    Just when I was about to come, when madness was just beyond my reach, his hand stopped.
    “Don’t stop,” I moaned, completely unashamed of the desperation in my voice.
    “I’m not. I’m just getting started.” He brought his hand up and let two fingertips touch my lips. I took a breath, the scent of myself making me dizzy. Without thinking, I licked my lips, the tip of my tongue brushing his finger. The brief taste overwhelmed me and I wanted more, more of myself on him , and I sucked his fingers into my mouth, letting the sweet of my pussy and the salt of his skin consume me.
    He gently took his hand back, but before I could even think to protest, he kissed me. A throaty growl hummed against my lips as his tongue met mine. The taste of his mouth combined with my own pussy was beyond overwhelming, and the more I tasted of both, the hungrier I became.
    When he broke the kiss, Connor was breathless.
    “My God, I love the way you taste,” he said, exhaling just before he kissed me one more time. His lips traveled down my jaw, my neck, my chest. “I love the way you taste… everywhere …” He drew my nipple between his lips and teased it, sweeping his tongue across it a couple times for good measure, just in case I had any sanity left.
    He continued kissing his way down the center of my chest and my belly, then to my side, inching closer to my hip. His stubbled jaw brushed my side and the feather light