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"That's...only part of it," I admitted.

"What's the other part?"

"I..."

"No secrets, Sugar," he told me. "You can tell me anything and it won't leave this room."

"I don't really know what I'm doing."

He frowned, his golden brows drawing down over his eyes. "You were married. You have two kids."

I didn't know how to explain without bringing up Trent. He didn't belong here.

"Just this once," he said, as though he could read my mind. "Tell me."

"Trent never...cared...if I..." I swallowed hard. "The other night, with you, was the first time I've ever had a man give me an orgasm."

His lips parted, the only sign of his shock. He muttered something, and I caught kill and fucker, but that was it.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine for a brief moment before he lifted his head again. "I'm not a very patient man," he told me. His voice was deep and husky. "I'll do whatever I can to take this slow the first time."

"I'm not a virgin," I laughed. It might embarrass me to talk about some of this stuff, and I didn't have a ton of experience with different things, but he wasn't going to hurt me. He'd never do that.

"You may as well be," he muttered. "We're going to find a few of the things you like, Baby Girl. And day by day, month by month, year by year, I'm going to learn you. I'm going to explore your body, search your heart, and tie your soul to mine. One day, when we're old, you're going to look back and wonder when the exact moment was that everything you are became mine."

I sucked in a breath, staring into his eyes, and shook my head. "Things like that," I whispered.

"What?"

"Saying stuff like that is a good start," I explained. "I...I really like it."

He chuckled. "I know." He dipped his head, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. "I know you a hell of a lot better than you think I do."

I smiled and, trying to shove my shyness aside, I told him, "I want you. I want this."

He nodded, his hands stroking up and down my sides.

"I'm tired of waiting," I told him. "I'm tired of letting fear and grief run my life."

"Why don't we work on that?" he replied with a sexy grin. "Let me know if you need me to stop."

There wasn't a chance to respond because he was already lowering his head, his mouth closing over my nipple once more. His tongue flicked, teasing the tight bud, and I gasped.

"Oh," I sighed, and then moaned when his other hand joined in, plucking the other hardened tip. His mouth worked magic on my breast and then he switched, lavishing the same attention on the other one.

My hips were moving, grinding on his thigh. I was desperate to come and we hadn't even gotten started yet.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Use your words, Sugar."

"I...I like it."

"All I need is a yes, or no. Can you do that?"

"Y-yes," I whimpered.

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