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farther, and my head pounds the pillow while my back arches off the bed when his tongue—his amazing, talented, devilishly divine tongue—connects with that bundle of nerves at my center.
    “Easy, Tria,” he says, grinning against me. “I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it this time. That way I never have to work so hard for a yes again.”
    A litany of curses fly from my lips in a dirty praise that would have roughnecks blushing when Kode makes good on his word, sucking, biting, and flicking his tongue in a pattern that has me almost seeing stars in a matter of moments.
    I sure as hell don’t know how this part of our first night together got lost amongst my fuzzy memories, because I’m fairly positive I might have begged him in front of everyone to give this to me again.
    My fingers shamelessly tangle in his hair and pull him to be impossibly closer. The heat of his breath mixed with the ungodly things he’s doing with his blessedly relentless mouth becomes too much, and his name comes out with a worshipful breath that will have me hating myself later.
    I shudder as he kisses the inside of my thighs, my body overly sensitive to the point I’m ticklish. He grins as he trails his lips up my stomach, kissing and nipping at me all the way up to my breasts where he stops to devote more attention.
    He leans up when I start pushing his underwear down, and his erection springs free to pop me across my stomach, eliciting a flinch and tiny whimper from me. His throaty chuckle is too sexy as he slowly moves closer once again.
    He reaches under the pillow to pull out a condom package he apparently stashed there, but we both freeze when his bare tip pushes against my wet center. Swallowing hard, he pushes just the head in, and I groan in protest when he quickly pulls it back out and starts fumbling with the foil packet.
    “I swear you’re making me crazy,” he says as he rises up and slowly encases himself in the latex sheathe.
    If I’m making him crazy, then he’s driving me mad.
    With one hard thrust, he pushes himself inside me, and we both moan as though it’s the best thing we’ve ever felt in our lives. My whole body relaxes against him, feeling far too familiar with his touch, considering there has only ever been one other night.
    His lips come down on mine as he rocks in and out of me, driving me closer to the edge with every toe-curling stroke. It’s hard, rough, and… Kode. And I love the way it all feels.
    Our attempt to kiss is futile, because our wildly thrashing bodies make it impossible. Breathing becomes harder as the pace quickens, and he pushes his thumb down on a spot that elicits a spasm in my muscles while my body tries to buck off the bed. The double stimulation of him inside me, claiming me without any inhibitions, and his thumb spinning circles that can only be described as divine is too much.
    His name comes out in a cursed praise, and he thrusts in harder until his bottom lip slides between his teeth and his face… Well, it’s a mix of predatory excitement and euphoria when he shudders inside me.
    His forehead drops down to mine, and we both pant for air, unable to move. Finally, after somewhat crushing me with his solid frame, he climbs off me and heads to the bathroom. My attempt to stand becomes a mess. My legs tangle on each other, and I’m forced to drop back down to the bed, too exhausted and sated to get my body to cooperate.
    Kode’s throaty chuckle comes to reach me while I shamelessly lie sprawled across the bed, naked and depleted of any sort of modesty.
    “Here,” he says, handing me a wet cloth while dropping to my side. “I can do it for you if you don’t have the energy.”
    I laugh while blushing fiercely. That gives me the ability to move, and I manage to stumble toward the bathroom with wobbly legs.
    “You should probably go,” I manage to say, not willing to give him the chance to say it first.
    “Damn. Use me and toss me,” he jokes, prompting me to