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“One last chance,” I whisper as I draw back. “But there can’t be any more secrets between us.”

He grabs me around the waist and spins me in a circle, then lowers me back to my feet.

“No more secrets,” he promises.

26

ECHO

I snuggle against Tyler’s chest as the final few minutes of the movie plays. I close my eyes, warm and relaxed in the semi-darkness of his apartment. The room still smells of Chinese takeout, and a few candles flicker on the coffee table.

With him so close to me, his arms around me and his heart beating beneath my ear, I’ve never been more content.

Tyler kisses my forehead. “You make me so happy.”

I angle my face toward his as the credits begin to roll. “You make me happy too. I… I love you, Ty.”

His lips part and his eyes light up. “You do?”

“Yeah.” I smile as he squeezes me tighter and peppers my face with kisses.

Since we got back together, we’ve been taking things slowly. He’d told me several times that he loves me, but this is the first time I’ve been brave enough to say it back.

“I love you more than the moon and the stars, baby girl.”

I reach over to switch the movie off and roll in his arms until the front of my body is pressed to the front of his. A sense of rightness swells within me. I’m completely at ease with this man. Sure, he’s made mistakes. So have I. But I trust him, and I believe in our relationship and the future we’re building together.

I cup his bristled face with one hand and brush my lips against his, drinking in his surprised gasp. His lips are soft but firm. Hard but yielding. My tongue darts out to taste him. A hint of sweet and sour with a deeper richness that’s all him. His tongue twines alongside mine and a shiver ripples through me.

I pull away. “I’m ready.”

His brow creases. “For what?”

I’m tempted to roll my eyes but grin instead. What a beautiful, clueless man.

“Sex.”

His eyes widen, the pupils still their normal size, which means his thoughts are probably clear. That’s good. I don’t want him making decisions with a fuzzy head.

“We don’t have to do that,” he says. “I know I need to earn your trust first.”

I kiss him again, first on the nose and then on the mouth. “I want to try. I trust that you’ll stop if I need you to.”

His expression turns fierce. “I will.”

I rock my pussy against his sweatpants-covered erection as we melt into another kiss. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m a little nervous, but I do trust him, and besides, I’ve practiced.

I had a session with the dildo he gave me a few days ago. I didn’t tell him in case it went badly, but except for being a bit tightly wound at first, and taking a few minutes to relax, it was fine. I even came.

Of course, a dildo has nothing on the real thing.

The kiss deepens, and Tyler’s hands settle on my lower back, holding me to him. The embrace makes me feel cherished, and I bury my face in the crook of his shoulder and kiss my way up the exposed skin of his neck.

He does the same to me, and I close my eyes and relish the gentle scrape of his whiskers over my skin. He isn’t shaving until after the final championship game has been played, and I’m surprised to discover I’m a beard person. Although perhaps the delicious way it feels against the inside of my thighs has something to do with that.

I lift off him and remove my shirt. He follows my lead and bares his chest. I kiss his pecs, then dust kisses all the way down his washboard abs to the treasure trail that disappears into his sweatpants. Goosebumps race across his skin and his cock bops, bumping my face through the fabric of his pants.

Reaching behind myself, I unhook my bra. I know Tyler would love to do it for me, but doing it myself helps me feel in control. I need that right now.

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