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“You only wanted me,” she whispers, her eyes glimmering with tears despite all my efforts.

“Don’t cry,” I beg her.

“I…” Her breath catches, and then she lets out this soft laugh before pulling my head down to meet her lips.

Our mouths crush together, her arms wrapping around my neck.

And my body responds the only way it can…

CHAPTER 29

TAMMY

Baxter’s strong hands grab my hips, cupping them tightly before pulling me close. His fingers glide around my back, splaying at the base of my spine, before traveling up to cup the back of my head. He tips his head, deepening the kiss like this is nothing new. Like kissing me is old and familiar and what he was born to do.

I give in to every sweep of his tongue, my nipples hardening against his chest. I want to tear my clothes off, just so I can feel his flesh skim across mine.

My breath is ragged as I pull away from him, quickly yanking off my sweater and nightgown. I’m now standing in nothing but my cotton panties, the warm kitchen lights casting an amber glow across my exposed skin.

Baxter gapes at my boobs, his eyes transfixed. I brush my fingers over the hardened nipples, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip before whispering, “Do you want to touch me?”

He nods, a breath punching out of him. The pads of his fingers skim my waist, his knuckle curling around my belly button as he inches his way north. His touch is so soft it tickles, and I can’t help a quiet titter.

He immediately stops, jerking away from me.

“What?” I snatch his wrist before he can disappear on me. “It’s okay, Bax. It’s gonna be okay?”

“What if I come early?”

The poor guy looks terrified.

I shrug and smile. “So what if you do? We’ve got all night.” I can feel my dimples forming as I reassure him. “I’m not scared anymore. I’m not going anywhere. I want this. With you.”

He swallows, still looking nervous, but he’s not straining against my hold on him anymore.

“I want us to do this. I’m all in.” The tip of my tongue skims across my bottom lip. “Are you?”

His sigh is deep and long, a relieved breath rushing out of him as he steps back into my space, wrapping his arm around my waist and lifting me off the floor. My legs automatically curl around his hips as he carries me to the counter and perches me on it again. His hungry lips devour my neck before inching down to the tops of my breasts.

I tip my head back, letting out a soft moan as he trails his fingers up my back. I’m desperate for him to suck my nipples, to take me into his mouth. My body is burning for it, but he’s still busy peppering kisses across the tops of my boobs, like he’s too scared to take things deeper.

“Bax,” I whisper.

He jerks up, out of breath, and pants against my cheek. “I’m not really sure what I’m doing.” Leaning back, he cups my face and gives me a pained frown. “I don’t know what you want. I don’t know how to make you feel good.”

Aw, his face right now.

My heart cracks wide open for this man. This sweet, kind man who wants to kiss me just right. Who’s terrified of messing this up.

Skimming my fingers down his chest, I brush my thumb over his nipple and smile when an idea hits me.

“Wanna play a game?”

“A game?” He frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s play…” I skim my tongue across my top lip. “Let’s play Tammy Says.”

His confusion morphs into a crooked smile, the right side of his mouth edging up. “Tammy Says?”

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