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Nate always took s*x seriously—it was one of the best things in the world, in his experience—but he’d never been so worried about making the right moves before. With Bethany, everything seemed to matter more. He was absolutely not going to let himself come until she’d gotten every ounce of pleasure coming to her.
Even if it just about killed him to watch her moan and twist around on the sheets, her damp hair in a tumbled waterfall of moonlight.
He clenched his jaw so tight it ached, determined to keep a grip on himself for as long as possible. It wasn’t until she arched her body with a wild shout of completion that he finally gave into the need rampaging through him like a freight train.
“God, Bethany…” He gritted his teeth together so he wouldn’t say more. Cursing during s*x—she mi
