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before, but his hands began roaming my body as he pressed himself into me, and for once, I knew I wanted this to go further than I’d ever gone before. And because of that, I decided that I wasn’t going to stop him to tell him something that probably wouldn’t matter in the end.
    I should have.
    As we lay in his bed, our make-out session continued, and it wasn’t long before my hands joined the party. He kissed me with the skill of an expert, and I was equally as hungry for him. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to taste him, touch him, feel every single inch of his body, and I wanted him to do the same to me. I craved that physical connection, hoping it would be as strong as our musical one—or perhaps even stronger. We both had fumbling fingers, and I blamed it on the alcohol coursing through our veins. At first, it was endearing, cute, and we laughed at each other as we tried to strip each other bare, not stopping until every article of clothing was in a conjoined pile on the floor. I’d never been completely naked with a man before, but the reverent look on Cohen’s face made me feel at ease, and I knew I wanted this. I wanted him.
    His long fingers roamed my body, and mine did the same to him as we stroked each other in preparation for what was to come. A flutter of nerves attacked my belly as his hand traced across my breasts and down my torso until it reached the apex of my thighs. The soft pad of his thumb found its way to my clit, and I moaned out loud, more than grateful that he’d found my favorite spot.
    I don’t know if it was the act or my vocal approval, but in that moment, something shifted in Cohen. “You like that, baby?” he asked in a husky voice, and all I could do was nod in reply, surprised at the change in his demeanor.
    Gone was the sweet, adorable guy. He’d been replaced by one who was there for my sexual gratification. I loved the sexy tone of his voice and the question even more. No one had ever asked me that before, and I realized that I’d been wasting my time with a bunch of jackasses who only cared about themselves. Cohen wasn’t like that.
    As he continued to caress my clit, he slipped a finger inside me, slowly pumping in and out, causing me to shudder from how good it felt. When he added another finger, I tensed, but he didn’t seem to notice as he moved away from my mouth and rained kisses down my throat. Closing my eyes, I gripped the sheets as his mouth found its way to my breasts, his tongue gliding down between them before moving to settle on one nipple. He traced slow, deliberate circles around it until it hardened. I could feel the grin form on his face, but all thoughts were quickly wiped away as he crossed my chest and found the other one, giving it the same amount of attention while he continued to work his fingers in and out of me.
    “Cohen,” I breathed, unable to contain myself. I’d never felt so sexy, so adored, and I wanted more.
    He lifted his head up, a knowing, cocky smirk crossing his lips. Normally I’d be annoyed at that look, but with Cohen, I was one hundred percent okay with it because he clearly knew what he was doing.
    “Do you have any idea how sexy you sound as you whisper my name in that breathy tone?” he growled. He pressed down on my clit and paused, waiting for me to answer.
    Unable to formulate any words while his fingers were still inside me, I shook my head then arched my back and raised my hips up, indicating that I wanted more. So much more. He chuckled then lowered his head back to my chest, but instead of paying more attention to my breasts, his tongue made a path down past my belly button until he was near my hips. His teeth nipped lightly at my hipbone. Then he slid his tongue across and down. Lifting up from beside me, he repositioned himself between my legs and lowered his head. My eyes widened when I realized what he was about to do. Then his tongue connected with my clit and I couldn’t help but tense up.
    “Just relax.