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Scott wondered if she would take him slow and easy, or hard and wild. God, he’d almost drove himself insane wondering that.

Vivian nodded, but he shook his head. “You sure, baby? You good?”

“Yes,” she breathed, giving his neck a squeeze. She removed her hand, replacing it with her mouth, trailing a path up his throat, over his chin until she hovered over his lips.

She crushed her mouth to his. The kiss wasn’t patient, and wasn't tentative. Her tongue thrust forward, parried with his, tangling and dueling. She took him exactly the way he liked, the way he needed her to. As she sucked on his tongue, drawing on him as if he were everything she needed to survive, everything winked out of his mind. Nothing mattered but the in-toxicating, addictive taste of her.

Running her fingers, through his hair, sheytugged on them, and the prickle across his scalp tripped down his spine, crackled at the base. He clutched her hips, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh.

“Beautiful,” she whispered