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"Rush," she says quietly.

I step forward and take her face in my hands, tilt her head back.

"I need you," I say.

"I know."

I kiss her and it's not gentle. It's hungry and desperate.

My hands slide into her hair and I pull her closer. She makes a sound against my mouth and it breaks something in me.

I back her against the wall and kiss her harder. My hands are everywhere.

Her neck, her waist, the curve of her hip.

She pulls at my cut and I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor.

Then her hands are on my shirt, pulling it over my head.

I do the same with hers, pull it off and drop it.

She's wearing a black bra and her skin is flushed. Her breathing is already uneven.

"You're beautiful," I say.

"You're overdressed."

I smile despite the tension coiled in my chest. "We can fix that."

I reach behind her and unhook her bra, slide it off her shoulders.

Her breasts are perfect, nipples already hard. I lean down to take one in my mouth.

She gasps and her hands go to my hair, holding me there.

I suck hard enough to make her moan, then switch to the other side.

My hand slides down her stomach to the button of her jeans.

"These need to come off," I say against her skin.

"Then take them off."

I undo the button and zipper, hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down along with her underwear.

She steps out of them and stands there completely naked.

I take a second to just look at her, memorize every line, every curve.

"Your turn," she says.

I strip off my jeans and boxer briefs. My cock is already hard and aching.

Her eyes drop and I watch her reaction.

"Jesus," she breathes.

"Too much?"

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