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  “I meant it, Barrett.” Ava moans into our next kiss as I strip off my jacket, her hands working my shirt open, button by button, “I want all of you tonight.”

  “You'll have to work for it,” I pant back, finding where her dress unzips and pulling down until the fabric is pooled around her hips.

  “That's true with everything good, isn't it?” she quips, letting out a breathy gasp as I kiss down the line of her jaw, past her collarbone to the swell of her breasts.

  My teeth scrape over smooth skin as I catch one of the straps of her bra, tugging it loose and down one shoulder. I don't even have the patience to find the clasp, because I simply need more bare skin, more of her. I use my hands to yank the tangled sheath of Ava's dress down her hips, letting it fall to her ankles before she kicks it away, losing a heel in the process.

  I focus on her breasts, teasing both hard nipples with my lips and tongue while she shivers against me, hands fumbling to work open the buckle of my belt. It takes another firm tug to get my pants past the bulge of my cock but I deny Ava the chance to free it from my boxers by sinking down to my knees in front of her.

  “Barrett, I swear to God…” she starts.

  “If you want it, this comes first,” I insist, pushing my fingers underneath the lace band of her panties.

  Pushing them aside bares her to me, and I kiss her there lightly before burying my face between her thighs. She gasps sharply, one hand shifting to grasp my hair, and I don't stop licking and sucking until she's writhing and trembling against my mouth.

  The next time she moans my name, I look up to meet her eyes, needing to see exactly what I'm doing to her, and Ava tugs me up toward her for a kiss.

  I rise to my feet, and as we kiss, hot pulls of her tongue against mine, one of her hands explores my abs and the other pushes down my boxers.

  She breaks the kiss just long enough to look at me, desperate desire burning in her gaze as she sees me hard and ready.

  For a moment, she just stares, taking me all in, and I swear I feel her gaze like an actual caress, all the way from the tip of my sensitive head down to my balls.

  “Don't hold back,” she demands, “not this time.”

  If I was going to hold back, I never would have come up to her room. I would have never let her touch me. The moment I feel her small hand curl around my shaft, I'm done for.

  She gives an experimental stroke, testing the weight of me in her hand.

  I swallow and look down to where she cradles me.

  Fuck.

  Wrong move.

  It's so erotic, the sight of me getting worked over by Ava—fuckin’ Ava, every off-limit, forbidden and taboo fantasy I've ever had. It's happening right now.

  “Use both hands,” I say, the words like gravel in my throat.

  She licks her lips, determined, and starts stroking me in firmer strokes now, using both hands.

  Having her hands on me is even better than I ever imagined. I could die a happy man right now. But the night's not over, not by a long shot.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ava

  “Ava—” Barrett groans, his hands pushing into his hair as my palm slides up and along the full, glorious length of him.

  I press my other hand against his chest, and silence him with a deep kiss that holds everything I feel for him.

  Trust.

  Admiration.

  Respect.

  His hand slides around my ass and tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh. My heartbeat is hot and fast, pumping out a frenzied rhythm.

  I didn’t even know it could be like this.

  Before I can lose my bravado, I angle my head near his ear and murmur, “I’m tired of your hands-off rule. Will you let me return the favor?”

  “What do you want, Ava?” His eyes meet mine. “Let me hear you say it.”

  The rough growl of his voice makes me shiver.

  “You. In my mouth.”

  “Fuck.” He kisses me hard and lets his hands trail over the swell of my hip, around the curve of my breast, and up to tangle in my hair.

  I kiss his neck, nip at the vein where his pulse races as fast as mine, and then my knees hit the carpet. If you’d asked me a month ago whether I’d get excited about going down on a guy, I’d have rolled my eyes and said bitch, please. But right now, I can't think of anything I want more.

  I run my palms over his hard thighs and press my lips to the vee of muscle that points toward the main event.

  His dick twitches and I lick my lips. Starting at the base, I give soft, sucking nibbles up the silky hard shaft. Encouraged by his ragged breathing, I grip him and flick my tongue along the taut skin. I smile as he throbs, swelling even larger.

  He groans my name when I finally take him in my mouth.

  All weekend he'd amazed me with his self-control, pleasuring me and taking none for himself. It'd been maddening. But I get it now. Watching someone else come undone is really freaking hot.

  I tighten my grip and take as much of him as I can handle, painstakingly slow. I concentrate on the little sounds, the changes in his breathing.

  His hand tightens in my hair and heat spreads between my legs.

  Barrett gives a half-suppressed moan, and I glance up, expecting to see him watching me. But his head is turned, his mouth hanging slightly open and his chest is heaving. I draw back and follow his gaze. His stormy blue eyes meet mine in the full-length mirror across the room.

  I start moving my hand again, watching his face intently. Barrett's eyes flicker downward. It’s safe to say I’ve never seen myself the way I look right now. A handful of enormous, man-god, lips swollen, cheeks pink, hair a mess, and ass bare in a lacy thong. Still holding his gaze, I cup my breast, squeezing one pink nipple between two fingers.

  He moans again. “Dammit, Ava. If you keep doing that, I’ll—”

  With a wicked grin, I slide my free hand down my stomach and under the lace.

  Whatever he was about to say evaporates. My hand and mouth work together, a slow glide at first and then faster. Every sound he makes turns me on more. My tongue flicks over the tip before I suck him in again.

  “Baby. Gonna come…” His voice is so tight, it sends tingles shooting straight down my spine, causing every muscle south of my bellybutton to clench down—hard.

  He strokes my cheek, watching me with wonder. “Where do you want it?”

  I don't answer, but I'm ready when he tries to pull my head away, and as his hips buck forward, I keep my mouth sealed around him, and hold him there until his spasms finish.

  “Oh, God, Ava. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to . . . fuck.”

  I swallow and giggle, and he hauls me up for a quick kiss.

  “Get ready,” he says.

  “For what? Oh!”

  He scoops my legs out from under me, strides to the bed, and tosses me on its pillowy surface.

  “For everything I can think of.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Barrett

  I join Ava on the bed, and we lie side by side, our heads close, resting on the same pillow and our lips almost touching. I can't help my hands from exploring right now. For once we're not in a car, or her parents’ den, where there was no time to linger. Her breasts are soft and warm in my hands, and when I stroke between her thighs, I find her soaking wet.

  She begins her slow torture again, jacking me up and down in steady motions. I could let her do this all night, watching the gentle sway of her breasts as she works, feeling the pleasure shoot straight through my spine, pooling low.

  “You sure you're ready?” I ask.

  She nods, her lips brushing mine. “I couldn't live the rest of my life without knowing how you felt. How you move.”

  Pleasure snaps through me, and I take another deep breath.

  I feel the exact same way. Except forget living the rest of my life, I can't live one more heartbeat without feeling her.

  “I have condoms,” she says, halting her motions. “In my purse…”