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pants. With sure fingers, she undid his belt buckle and popped open the top button of his jeans.
    “Someone’s excited,” she said, rubbing her palm over the ridge of his cock through his jeans.
    He cupped her cheek with one hand while tracing the other down, through her hair, over her shoulder, across her collarbone, dipping into the valley between her breasts. “Fuck, Taylor. Look at you. I’m about ready to die, here.” He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there. “I want to spend all night finding out exactly how to touch you, how to kiss you, how to get you to scream out my name. I want to tease you and taste you until you beg me for more. I want to fuck you until neither of us can move.”
    “You have a dirty mouth,” she whispered, her teeth teasing against the shell of his ear, and he smiled against her skin, shaking his head slightly.
    “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea.”
    “Put your money where your mouth is and educate me.”
    He laughed and guided her down onto the mattress on her back. Still on his knees above her, he undid her jeans and began working the tight denim down her long, slender legs, stopping to yank her boots free and toss them over his shoulders. Once her jeans were on the floor, he pulled her panties down, too, adding them to the growing pile of clothing. She stretched her arms above her head, and at the sight of Taylor, naked and spread beneath him like a feast, he had to remind himself to breathe.
    “Where should I put my mouth?” he asked, easing his weight down on top of her. “Here?” He closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue over and around it. Taylor let out a gasping moan that filled him with satisfaction. After tormenting her for a minute, he moved to the other nipple. “Or here?”
    “Oh, shit,” she moaned, arching her back off the mattress, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He bit at the swell of her breast and continued his downward path, tracing his tongue down the center of her stomach and then kissing his way over her hipbone until he was right between her thighs. He paused for a second, deliberately teasing her.
    Her head came up off the bed. “Colt? What are you—”
    But she didn’t finish her question, because he’d sat back on his knees, put his hands on her calves and pushed her legs back, her knees almost at her shoulders. “Is this where I should put my mouth?” He bit one of her cute little butt cheeks and then kissed her wet folds. “Here?”
    “Oh God, please, yes.”
    “I told you I’d make you beg.” He licked a slow path up across her drenched pussy, and he was beyond satisfied at how wet she was for him.
    She made a sound that was half moan, half scream, and he pressed her legs back a little bit farther, spreading her open and swirling his tongue over her clit. Her legs trembled, and he tightened his grip on her.
    “You taste so fucking good.” He let out a low, approving groan and began to move his mouth against her in earnest, through with teasing. As he worked her slick flesh with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking and kissing, he slid his right hand down from her leg and eased two fingers into her, curving them up.
    “Holy shit, you’re good at this.”
    He smiled against her as her hips shook, and he drank her in, savoring every second of having Taylor’s wet, hot flesh beneath his mouth and around his fingers.
    “You’re gonna make me come.” Her voice shook a little, high and breathy.
    He said nothing but kept up his steady rhythm, paying attention to the way she clenched around his pumping hand, to the way her hips jerked and her breathing faltered. She tensed, her entire body one long, slender, taut muscle, and then she came. Hard. Her hands fisted in the sheets of his bed, her body shaking as she moaned out his name and a string of curse words. His cock jerked, pulsing and desperate to get in on the action.
    He eased her legs back down