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up, her mind and body warring again.
    And yet when he slid a finger over soaked cotton, teased at her opening through the panel of her underwear, and closed his lips around her clit and sucked—
    Her eyes snapped open, and she arched off the bed. How could she be— Was it even possible to— Reeling, she dug her nails into her palms and fought to keep her hands where they were, where he’d told her they should be as climax ambushed her, quick and sharp and almost violent, and she pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. Empty, and suddenly more ravenous than she had been before.
    Rylan didn’t quite manage to hide his shock as she struggled to lift her head. Mouth slack with surprise and lust, eyes hungry and dark, he met her gaze. And then, slowly, his expression shifted, morphing into the worst, most shameless smirk, so sexual, so overconfident, she wanted to wipe it off his face. Or maybe ride it.
    “Oh, baby,” he all but crooned. “You’re just primed for it, aren’t you? Dying for it.” He traced a single finger down the still-throbbing line of her slit. “Ready to give it up with barely a touch.” He pressed his lips to the fabric again. “With barely a kiss.”
    Rolling her eyes felt like too much work when she was shivering with aftershocks like this, but she gave it her best damn try. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
    “Believe me.” His eyebrows slanted meaningfully. “It’s going to my head.”
    Her fingers twitched. What she really wanted to do was swat at him. Or press him down. Get him to do that to her over and over.
    “It’s practically a crime,” he said. More soft, lingering kisses brushed over her, cruelly teasing glances of licks when she was wriggling, was writhing for the full-on embrace of his mouth. “You being so neglected like this.”
    And there was still that hint of a pang. She’d been all alone because of him. Too wounded to go out and find someone else because of him.
    She’d known what she was missing because of him.
    He slid his finger along the edge of her underwear, across the inside of her thigh, and her body gave another little tremor. God, she was slick even all the way over there, his touch so easy as it glided across her flesh.
    “I won’t let it happen again.” His finger slipped a little deeper beneath the cotton. “I’ll eat you out every night and every day if you want me to.”
    She’d almost forgotten he could be like this. Shameless. Unreal.
    She let her head fall back against the mattress. “You can start by”—she faltered, then closed her eyes and soldiered through it—“by eating me out right now.”
    He chuckled, but it wasn’t mean. If anything, it sounded painfully turned on. “Look at that. Kitten’s grown claws.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “But since I offered…”
    Her whole body strained as he tucked his thumbs into her underwear and inch by inch dragged them down. Cool air hit heated skin. Naked from the waist down, she spread her legs. It was wanton, wasn’t it? Slutty? Opening up for him, asking this of him.
    Taking this, when she had no idea what they were to each other anymore. Didn’t even know what she wanted them to be.
    But then he ran his nose all the way from the inside of her knee to the juncture of her hip and thigh. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this.” And he dove in.
    Jesus. She’d thought the touch of his lips to her through her panties had been intense. The first hot stripe he licked along her lips was like coming home, soft and wet, this broad stroke he painted with the flat of his tongue. He fit his whole mouth to her, and she didn’t even have a chance to be self-conscious.
    “You taste so fucking good,” he said with a moan. His tongue traced circles all around her clit, never touching it, and this was torture, was heaven. “How many times do you think I can get you to come?”
    She’d managed three in one day before, but that had been with her very best vibrator and then with her