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him and her fingernails dug into his biceps, leaving grooves behind.
    “Please, Colt,” she begged, her hands trembling as they came to cup his face. “I can’t take any more.”
    “But we’re just getting started,” he said, sliding his hand down the front of her panties, groaning when he felt how slick she was.
    He teased through her swollen folds, gathering her wetness onto his fingers before bringing them to his lips and sucking them inside. He closed his eyes, relishing the salty, almost mineral flavor of her arousal. She tasted like heaven and he knew immediately that a single taste wouldn’t be enough.
    “God, Colt, please, I need—”
    He silenced her with a kiss, probing her mouth slowly, thoroughly, letting the taste of her desire mingle with the sweet taste of her tongue before he began kissing his way down her body. He kissed the long, smooth column of her throat, the graceful curve of her clavicle, and the hollow between her breasts, deliberately avoiding the nipples that poked into the air on either side of his face.
    He would get back to them soon, but right now he had another destination in mind.
    He kissed her stomach, where her pulse beat fast and heavy, and then he was close enough to smell her and control was a thing of the past.
    Fisting both hands at the center of her lace panties, he pulled hard. The fabric rent in two with a satisfying ripping sound, but not nearly as satisfying as the cry that escaped Olivia’s lips or the dark fire burning in her eyes as she looked down at him and whispered, “I was hoping you would do that.”
    As he settled between her legs with a wicked grin, he made a mental note to invest heavily in Olivia-sized underwear. He needed to hear her cry out like that a hundred more times at the very least.
    Be hard to fit in a hundred times before you leave.
    Colt pushed the thought away. He didn’t want to think about leaving town, not when he was inches away from tasting Olivia again.
    Slowly, but firmly, he pushed her thighs apart and lowered his head, kissing her as intimately as one person could kiss another.
    And for the first time in a long time, it was intimate. This wasn’t just about making her come or ensuring she was ready to take him.
    As he cupped her bottom in his hands, angling her hips so he could thrust his tongue deeper into the core of her sweetness, he realized that this was more than sex, more than another notch on his bedpost or a way to forget the ugly things he didn’t want to remember.
    He wasn’t fucking Olivia; he was making love to her.
    And he couldn’t seem to stop.
    But maybe that was okay. Maybe that’s just how it was when you fell into bed with an old friend.
    Not that it really mattered. There was no way he was stopping now, not until he’d made Olivia come screaming his name.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Olivia
    Olivia’s back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, but she forced them open again. She didn’t want to miss a second of this insane, magical, amazing thing that was happening to her.
    Colton Brody was between her legs, kissing her like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, making her feel a thousand earth-shattering things at once. He devoured her with a skill and single-minded focus that would have sent her over the edge minutes ago if she hadn’t been fighting release with everything in her.
    She didn’t want to come yet. She didn’t want to come until he was inside her. She wanted every inch of that long, thick length she’d felt straining the fabric of his boxers pushing inside where she ached for so much more than his tongue. She wanted his lips on hers and his breath in her mouth and his chest pressed tightly against hers as they were finally joined the way she’d ached to be joined with him for so long.
    “Please,” she begged, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging once gently.
    And then a second time not so gently. “Now, Colt, please. I need you inside of me. I need it so much.”
    “I need you