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teeth.
    I cry out loudly. It's already too much. It's all on fire. Every part of me is on fire. "I can't." My words are barely audible. "It's too much."
    "You're so fucking tight," he says hoarsely as one finger enters me. "Christ, I want to fuck you."
    I reach to pull his finger deeper into me and let out a guttural growl as another slides in next to it. He's aggressive as he pushes into me. I don't back down. I rock myself against his hand. I feel another wave rush through me the instant his tongue finds my clit again.
    "Oh, God." I cry out as I come again. This orgasm is even more intense than the last. I lash about beneath him trying to disengage my body from his but he bites at my clit, pulling it deftly between his lips, lapping up every last drop of my desire.
    I close my eyes as the sensations wash through me. This is what it's like. This is what I've been missing. How could I ever stop wanting him?

Chapter 14
    "I don't know what to say." I lean forward trying to retrieve my panties from where they fell on the floor.
    He scoops them up before I have a chance to touch them. "These are mine. I'm going to sleep with them." He pushes them into the pocket of his pants and I smile. I don't want to think about how many other women's panties he likely has hidden around his apartment. This moment is mine and I won't let any thoughts that ruin that intrude on me.
    "I feel selfish," I whisper as I sit up and adjust the hem of my dress. I've never gone anywhere without panties before. I still feel so swollen and wet.
    "Because I didn't come?" He pulls his sweater back over his head.
    I nod in silence. I do feel selfish for that but I also feel a sense of relief. My dress is still on me. The scar is still a secret.
    "I will." He kisses me lightly on the forehead. "I can't wait to fuck you."
    "What happens after we do that?" I ask the question even though I know it sounds childish and territorial.
    "What happens after we make love?" He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.
    "Yes. Is this over then?" I gaze down as I ask the question.
    "I hope not."
    "You hope not?" I volley back at him. "You don't strike me as the type of man who does relationships." The moment the words leave my lips I think about the photograph. Maybe Coral was the only woman he was ever in a relationship with.
    "I don't." He stands and walks towards the kitchen.
    I sit up straight on the couch before reaching to put my shoes back on. I've offended him. He gave me the most pleasure I've ever experienced in my life and then I offended him. Smart, Sadie. You are so fucking smart.
    "Here's some water." He hands me a bottle of chilled water. "You look like you could use it."
    I smile as I push a few strands of hair that are sticking to my forehead aside. I take a long, heavy swallow of the water. It quenches my thirst but not my curiosity.
    "Are we just going to sleep together?" I blurt the question out. Can I possibly sound more juvenile?
    "What's going on, sunshine?" He reaches to take the bottle from my hand. "Where's your mind at?"
    I pull in a measured breath. "I told you before that I don't really do the just sex thing very well."
    "You want to be wined and dined and then fucked?" He takes a drink from the bottle and I marvel at the muscles in his neck. Is there any part of him that doesn't exude raw magnetism?
    "I like things to be in order." I breathe out a heavy sigh as my eyes dart around the room. "Everything in my world has its place. I just want to know where my place is in your world."
    He sips more of the water as he nods slowly at me. "I get it. You want us to define what this is so that there are no misunderstood expectations?"
    "Yes." I adjust myself on the couch. "Or at least an expectation of what we want from one another."
    "That's fair." He places the bottle down in his lap. "You smart girls like to plan everything, don't you?"
    His comment, although playful, stings. It's the second time he's brought up my intelligence. I'm not sure if he