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"I know. I knew long before you even knew."

"You're so arrogant."

I chuckle. "That is definitely not something many people say about me." I turn my attention to the lubes. "If you don't like any of these, I'll get the one from your purse."

"This one." She taps a fingernail on the blue plastic bottle.

I lean over her, brushing my lips on the space between her breasts, and kiss a line down to her navel. A pretty pale blue waistband peeks out from under her jeans, and I moan into the soft skin of her stomach. "These need to come off." I lick her skin just above the waistband and watch as the goosebumps erupt along her stomach.

"Those need to come off too." I look up and see her pointing at my pants, and I nod. I rock to my feet. Just as I start to tug them down, she leans forward and puts her hand on mine. "Let me."

Her fingers explore the skin where my joggers meet my body. She traces the line to the sides and back to the front, and it's my turn for goosebumps to pebble my skin. The base of my dick tightens, and when she finally eases her fingers under the material, I blow out the shaky breath I'd been holding.

She doesn't jerk the pants down the way I would have. The way I want to rip hers off her. Instead, her fingers caress my skin the way a person might move their fingertip over a delicate map, as if she's committing it all to memory. The bumps of my skin, the feel of my hairs as her fingers weave through them. I close my eyes. I want to remember everything about this too. She moves lower, and her warm fingers brush my cock. My entire body tenses, but she circles her fingers up. Away. "Fuck, Lily. I need…" The only sound I can get to come out is a long guttural groan.

"Use your words, Brant. Tell me what you want."

This is so very unfair to turn this around on me. "You're awful."

"The worst. That's why we're perfect together. Now say it." She swoops her fingers back to my dick. This time, she doesn't just tease them across the top. She massages a finger against the base, and my eyes roll back in my head.

"I want to be inside you."

She leans forward, kissing my stomach just below my navel, then she sucks the skin into her mouth. A sharp sting spreads out and fades away. "Mmm?" She does it again. And again. And who the hell is this woman?

"Please." I've never begged a woman before. I've never had to. My entire life, every woman has given me exactly what I wanted when we were in the bedroom. But I really think Lily would let me suffer all night. Even though I can see that she wants this every bit as much as I do, she wants to make me work for it. "Please, baby. I need to be in you. Please." Her teeth close on my skin just as I say it, and it comes out as a whimper and a whine and a plea.

"Well..." She drags her tongue up the center of my stomach, and fire erupts along the line. How is this skin so sensitive? "You did ask nicely. And it does sound like a wonderful idea."

"The best idea I've ever had."

"And it would be a shame to waste all this lube you bought." She takes the blue bottle and holds it between her hands as she nods at me.

It's the only signal I need. I rip my pants and underwear down my legs so hard that the skin on the back of my thighs burns.

"Hello again, little fellow." She leans forward and kisses the tip of my cock, and I'm tempted to wrap my hand in her hair and fuck that pretty, teasing mouth of hers. But there's something I want to fuck even more.

I guide her shoulders back to the mattress, and she lets the lube fall beside her. She stares up at me as I unfasten her jeans. Her eyes are burning and almost pure black in the dim light of the room. Her pink lips are separated just a centimeter. Just enough for me to see her drag her tongue across the inside of her bottom lip. Christ. I tug the jeans down her legs. When I get below her knees, I stop so she can toe off her sneakers. Then with one yank, I pull them off. I hear them land somewhere behind me, but my eyes are glued on her. On that pussy. I've seen it. I've tasted it. But this? Right now, it is absolutely everything to me. The center of my orbit, and I am going to worship it the way our ancestors worshipped the sun.

I fumble in the open drawer of the bedside table until I find the loose strip of condoms, bought at the same time I bought the lube. I rip one free. Just as I tear the foil, she puts her hands over mine, and she takes the condom from me. "Do you want to do it?" I ask.

She pulls her lower lip between her teeth for just a second and then lets it spring back out. "Are you clean?"

The pressure behind my dick becomes unbearable. "What are you asking?"

"I am. Clean, I mean. And obviously, I can't get pregnant."

"Baby, you haven't had my sperm in your pussy. It's powerful enough to get anybody pregnant."

We both burst into laughter. "That was so stupid."

"But you love me anyway."

"But I love you anyway," she says.

"I'm clean. I was tested a few months ago, and there hasn't been anyone since…" Lily nods. "Is this how you like it?"

"I've never tried it this way. I've never trusted anyone before you." Something other than my cock swells when she says that. Pride. Love. Responsibility for this woman. "I don't want anything between us," she says, and I nod.

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