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  “I’m about to tear this thong off you.”

  She moves her fingers along my scalp. “Then I’m taking a pair of your boxers home.”

  Done. I rip the fabric off in one tug, and then I’m face-to-face with her glistening center. I press my lips to her mound and inhale deeply as her cries of pleasure fill my room. “Sit down,” I demand, and she does as I ask. I press her thighs apart before pushing them wider with my shoulders and opening her up for me. She’s even prettier than I remember. She falls back onto the bed once my mouth captures her slick lips. I’m met with the most unbelievable cry that has me harder than a boulder.

  I try to keep my wits about me, running my tongue over her lips, in them, and along them, but it’s extremely hard. She tastes so good. Feels so good. I find her clit, swirling my tongue around it over and over again, her moans getting louder with each swipe of my tongue. When she tries to lift her legs, I hold them in place at her ankles, consuming her sweet center as if she is the meal I’ve been craving my whole life. When she shatters, it’s violent. Her entire body shakes, thrashes, as she screams my name. Loudly.

  It’s the most heavenly sound I’ve ever heard.

  Better than the goal horn, for sure.

  I lick up her swollen lips before I stand between her legs, kicking off my pants and pushing down my boxers. I reach for the nightstand drawer, getting a condom as I gaze down at her beautiful, flushed body. She’s gasping for breath, her hands on her stomach as she tries to draw in breath. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she looks fantastic. So damn good. I sheathe myself as I watch her, squeezing my balls as my own breath catches.

  “I kill you?”

  She grins, moving her hand to her forehead, still at a loss for breath. “I’ve never come that hard.”

  “You’re welcome,” I say with a smirk as I crawl on top of her. I cover her burning body with mine, our bodies flush as I bury my cock in her wet center. I cup her face in my hands, taking her mouth with mine. I wanted to be the one to draw the kisses out of her, but she takes the lead, probing my mouth with her sweet tongue. She opens her legs, and I fall between them, my cock pressed firmly into her sex. When she tears her mouth from mine, she runs her teeth along my jaw and chin.

  She kisses the spot beneath my chin and whispers, “Can I get on top?”

  I don’t even answer her; I roll us over, and she giggles the whole way. It’s so innocent and perfect, I almost come. I have never been with anyone like her.

  She rises up on her knees and presses her hands into my stomach. “Or I could suck your dick.”

  My body goes taut. “Have you done it before?”

  She shrugs. “Yeah, but I did it because he expected it. I’ve never wanted to do it until now.”

  Oh, balls, we’re fucked. “I don’t think I can handle that right now, and I don’t want to come all in your face and scar you forever.”

  Her eyes widen. “That’s called a facial, right?”

  I grin. “Yeah.”

  “Is that hot to you?”

  “It can be,” I say, sliding my hands up and down her thighs. “With the right person.”

  She purses her lips slightly. “I don’t know how I feel about that. I don’t do well with things going up my nose.”

  Laughter bubbles in my throat, and I let it out in a boisterous explosion. I cup the back of her neck and bring her head down to mine, kissing her lips.

  She smiles against my lips before she asks, “Are you laughing at me?”

  “No, I’m just over the moon with how cute you are.”

  She side-eyes me. “I feel like you’re laughing at me.”

  I kiss her again. “Maybe a little.”

  She smacks me, and I roll us back over. “Hey! I wanted to be on top.”

  “Nope. I want to be in control.” She tries to roll us over, but I overpower her. When she looks up at me, I grin down at her and whisper, “You’re all mine.”

  Heat flashes in her eyes. “Fine, but you’re mine too.”

  “Done deal, lovely,” I say, and then I kneel back on my haunches, taking my cock in my hand. When I guide it into her, disappearing in her tight center, my eyes fall shut as I find myself lost in pleasure. Like a lightbulb, though, the thought pops up that this is only her second time. My eyes spring open, but she’s arched up, her mouth parted, totally into it.

  Fuck. Yes.

  I take her thigh in one hand and her hip in the other before I thrust into her. A little meep leaves her lips, and I can’t see straight. I pull all the way out and bury myself back deep into her over and over again, my orgasm building, but it feels like hers is too. Posey squeezes my cock in the most satisfying way as her fingernails dig into my biceps. My hips bump her thighs, and I love how soft she is. It doesn’t hurt me, and she feels like home. The feel of her, how she holds me, and the sounds she makes blow up my world. When I come, I come with my whole body. I arch up into her, my heart almost coming out through my ribs as I groan loudly. She reaches up, her fingers running along my chest as she cups my neck. I lower my body to hers, and she wraps her legs around my hips as she nestles her face in the crook of my neck. I gather her in my arms as she kisses the spot behind my ear.

  “I like it better when you wear a condom.”

  I grin against her hair. “Considering this is only your second time, I feel you can’t make an executive decision yet.”

  “Maybe,” she whispers against my neck. “But I like when you come inside me.”

  “I do too,” I agree, nuzzling my nose in her hair. She runs her fingers along my back, and I close my eyes. “I can sleep like this.”

  “It is pretty great.”

  I roll over, bringing her with me, and gather her in close. “You weren’t planning on leaving, were you?”

  She meets my gaze. “I thought that’s how it goes. We have sex, I go home.”

  “No, not for us.”

  “Oh?”

  “I want you to stay with me.”

  “Okay.”

  I kiss the tip of her nose. “I gotta ask you something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You haven’t had a thing for Asher or anything, have you?”

  She opens her eyes, giving me a dull look. “Not at all.” She narrows her eyes. “Have you been thinking that since we left?”

  “No. Just curious. I mean, if he’s anything like Aiden—”

  “He’s not. He’s a huge dork who always would rather have played Barbies with us—mainly to make our dreamhouse more lifelike with real lights and shit—than hockey with the boys. We’ve never had feelings for each other. Like, ever. He’s like a brother.”

  “Okay,” I say, but her eyes are still burning into mine. “Just asking.”

  “Are you jealous?”

  I swallow hard. I want to lie. I could lie, but I find that I can’t. “A little bit.”

  She cups my jaw, stroking her finger along my lip. “You have nothing to worry about, Boon.”

  I’ve heard that before. Even when Julia was fucking Phil, she told me that. Posey’s eyes, though, they make me feel like she is telling the truth. I feel like she only wants me. I only want her. I have to believe her because I refuse to lose her.

  “I’m digging you. Always have.”

  “Always have?”

  “Oh yeah. I’ve always liked your play, and I’ve always thought you were sexy.”

  “Well, I am,” I say against her jaw, grinning, and she snorts.

  “Really, I’m not that kind of person. Doing things out of spite after my first time, though, that’s apparently a new characteristic I didn’t know I possessed.”

  I laugh as I hold her close. “There are a lot of emotions that go along with that. That’s why we lose our virginity young, so that when we’re older, we don’t assume shitty shit.”

  “Don’t people still assume shitty shit?”

  “Oh, all the time, but I was trying to make you feel better.”

  We cuddle deeper as we both laugh softl