Page 35 of Only Ever You

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After dinner and a glass of wine, I lean back on the couch and gaze at my girl.

“Stay with me tonight.”

My invitation floats in the air as she gives me a shy smile.

I’ve never been so nervous. Since I hit puberty, I’ve been so confident with women, but Pippa’s different.

She’s the one that really matters.

“I’ll stay,” she whispers.

I gather her in my arms and kiss her hard.

“Come with me.” Taking her hand, I lead her into the bedroom. “Gonna need you naked, Pip.”

Her eyes widen, and colour floods her cheeks. She’s not shy, but there’s something else holding her back and I’m not sure what it is.

“I … I mean. Umm.” She’s so cute when she’s flustered.

I reach for the top button of my shirt, and she watches silently as I move from one button to the next until I tug open my shirt. She licks her lips when I slide it down my arms and let it drop the floor while never taking my eyes from her face.

“Your turn.”

“Deacon, I …”

Reaching out, I cup her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, princess. And I want to see you.”

She gives me a curt nod, and I reach for the hem of her shirt before lifting it over her head. Her breasts are encased in white lace, the darker nipples prominent through the fabric.

Pippa gulps.

“God, Pippa. You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.”

“You really think so?” she whispers.

I rest my hands on her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasised about these.”

Her soft laugh makes me smile.

I know she worries about her weight—I’ve heard her talking to Mallory about dieting, but she’s all lush curves and delectable flesh. I’ve been itching to get my hands on her, and now I have to take it slow or I’m afraid I’ll freak her out.

Taking her by the hand, I lead her to my bed.

I’m so deep already with this woman. Tonight will be my final downfall.

She reaches for my belt, and I hold my hands out of the way, letting her unbuckle it and drop my pants to the floor.

Her chest rises and falls, and I reach for her again, holding the back of her head while I kiss her hard, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I let go of her long enough to unhook her bra, dragging the straps down her arms and throwing it across the room.

Pippa laughs, her hands already on the waistband of my boxers.

“I want you,” I whisper.

“I’m yours,” she replies. “There’s something you should know.”

My eyebrows rise. “What is it?”

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