Alicia's POV
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My legs were shaking.
Between them, I throbbed—so badly it hurt—and all I wanted in that moment was for Anthony to finish what he'd started.
But no matter how many times he touched me, kissed me, he always stopped just when I was close to the edge.
I growled, and he laughed—low and deep—before placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" I glared at him.
But the moment I saw the crinkle in his eyes—the rare smile softening this usually brooding man—my heart fluttered. Just like that, I stopped fighting him. I stopped struggling.
And I let him kiss me.
At his pace.
His eyes held mine as he reached up and touched my lips—lips he had kissed over and over, now swollen and tender.
"Have you ever done this before?" His voice dropped—husky, rough—so deep it made my toes curl.
I shook my head. I'd always wanted to try it—back in college—but each time Kelly brought it up, even pushed me to get a boyfriend, I would scramble off.
