Mine too.
That was it. Nothing else.
“I think I need to stop,” I finally said. “I don’t think I can come more than twice.”
His nostrils flared.
His eyes blazed with something.
Anger?
Need?
Refusal?
My stomach clenched.
“You can,” he said.
I blinked.
“I’ll prove it,” he added.
Then he waited, staring at me with an intense look in his eyes.
He wasn’t going to do anything until I said he could. I could tell. Even if I couldn’t, I knew him. He was on the very edge of sanity, but he wasn’t going to do something I didn’t want him to. He wasn’t that kind of man, no matter how dangerous he seemed to think he was at the moment.
“You’re insane,” I finally said.
“The only person to blame for that is you, Mads.”
My throat swelled.
My core clenched.
As much as I didn’t want to let myself get any more attached to him, I wanted his hands to stay on my thighs and his mouth to stay on my clit. I wanted him to lose himself in me. To ravage me.
If he didn’t have enough time with his mouth on me to get me out of his system, and vice versa, we were going to be in this same situation in a few hours.
He wasn’t done.
Maybe I wasn’t either.
I let out a rough breath. “Alright, Bobo. Do you worst.”
His grin returned for a heart-stopping moment before his mouth was on my clit again—and I was lost to the way his tongue felt against my sensitive skin.
I lostcount of how many times Bo got me off. By the time he stopped, he was holding up all of my weight because my legs were shaking too badly to manage it myself. I was so blissed-out, I could barely stay awake.
He carried me to his bed when it became clear that I couldn’t handle any more of what he had to offer. The man tucked my half-asleep body between his blankets, ran his fingers slowly through my hair, and stepped out of the room.
When I heard the shower turn on after he shut the door behind him, I knew he was getting himself off. I wanted to help, but I was too exhausted to get up.
I fell asleep in what felt like an instant, vaguely wondering if my brother’s best friend had succeeded in getting me out of his system.
Because I was pretty sure I’d only made myself even more attracted to him.
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