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tug lightly on his hair, “ is pure physiology. No thinking going on.”
    He pulls my hand from his hair and places it on my belly before he moves to drop a kiss on the bit of dark hair covering my mound. His movements unhurried, he murmurs against the hair, “This is perfect. Just enough.”
    “Just enough for wha—”
    I arch off the counter and swallow a shocked gasp when he bites down on my mound with enough force to instantly wake every nerve ending in my body. I throb everywhere with intense, jaw-grinding want.
    Releasing me, he holds my widened gaze. “Are you ready for me to fuck you now?”
    His voice might be calm, but hunger swirls in his eyes. Reeling from his shocking primal move, I barely get out “just taste me” before he dips his head and slides his tongue inside me, taking our flirtation to a deeper, more intimate level.
    As he alternates between stroking me with his tongue and sucking my clit, my stomach tenses and moisture floods my sex. I wind my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer and vaguely think that I can never pull him close enough. What he’s doing feels that amazing.
    “You taste so good,” he rasps, angling my hips to allow him deeper access. “So fucking addictive.” As I try to catch my breath, he takes full advantage of the position, plundering me with his tongue and jacking my heart rate higher. Sucking and nipping at every inch of my sensitive skin, he makes me feel like he’s worshiping my body.
    Calder’s style is unlike any man I’ve ever been with. His extremes throw me completely. He’s intimately possessive, his mouth coaxing my body along like he knows me better than I know myself. Unbidden gasps and moans escape as I move my hips with his rhythm while he takes me so high that a fine sheen of sweat coats my skin. At this rate my ass is going to have a layer of gold it’ll take a loofa in the shower to get off.
    As the tautness builds inside me, my elevating heart rate stutters. I know I’m about the reach the point of no return—that awful place where my body completely shuts down—I tug hard on his hair, desperate to suspend this fantastic ride. Usually now is when I’m screaming and bucking and getting louder, letting the guy believe that he’s the best I’ve ever been with. But the pleasure Calder’s giving me is indescribably body-consuming; a nerve tingling, fan-fucking-tastic high.
    No one has ever gotten me this far. But despite my wishes, the dark wave is coming. I already feel its murky cold water spilling over the edges of my euphoria as it crashes against the dam of my mind, demanding to be set free. It will smother this amazing physical build-up and flatten every single response.
    It always does.
    So I start moaning deeper and breathing harder. I rock my hips and press desperately against Calder, grabbing his head. Faking the hell out of it . “Calder…I’m...going to—”
    He jerks upright and my thighs lower to the counter. His expression is intense as he leans over me slightly to cup my sex. “Don’t speak. Just move.”
    “What?” I pause my movements even as panic flushes my face with heat.
    “You heard me. Not a sound. Not yet.”
    “Why?” Exhaling to cover the sudden shakiness in my voice, I gesture to the door. “They’re not going to hear me over that music.”
    Holding my gaze with an intense one, he slowly dips a finger inside me. My body instantly reacts and I arch into his hand. I swallow a genuine moan when he adds another finger. “I want to feel you come. No distractions. Understand?”
    But louder breathing, exaggerated hip rolls, and bucking…they’re all part of my perfectly choreographed repertoire. I’m the best comer ever. And now he’s trying to take that away from me? Hell no. I shake my head. “I don’t think I can be silent.”
    His expression intensifies and he thrusts his fingers as far as they’ll go, possessing me deep inside. “Do you want to come?”
    I don’t like him honing in on the most