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He kisses me again. “I like you more.”

Before I can say a word, he cups my neck and fuses our lips in a tight lock. My hands shoot up to his arms and I hold onto him tightly as he deepens the kiss. I feel it in my bones, knowing I’ll be feeling it all night long.

He guides me gently and slowly, getting me used to the feel of his mouth. He hasn’t used tongue, which is good because I don’t know how I’ll deal with it.

I’ve read about it, and it doesn’t sound fun to me.

Our lips unlock with a little noise.

“Are you okay? Is this fucking okay?” he asks in a husky voice.

I smile at him. “I’m more than fine. It was perfect.”

“Tell me if you ever don’t like something I do or want to stop.”

I nod then ask, “Will you… ever use tongue?”

He frowns. “Do you not want it?” He pauses. “If not, tell me. I’ll remember it.”

“No!” I startle and he frowns harder.

Okay, I’m not making the situation better.

“I haven’t done it before. I mean I’ve never kissed someone before you, which is pretty clear, but I just meant, it scares me a little bit.”

“Then we won’t fucking do it.” He decides. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. It’s not fucking worth it.”

My heart swells. “What about you? Do you want it?”

His thumb rubs my lower lip. “DoIwant it?Thatmeans a lot of things for me, Rose.”

“Like what?”

Inching closer to my mouth he whispers, “I think you already know since you read those spicy books.” He presses a kiss to the side of my mouth. “You’re not as innocent as I thought.”

Well, he isn’t wrong.

His breaths come out heavier as they lay over my skin. “DoIwant to use tongue? Yes. But it doesn’t matter what I want. What matters to me is what you want. And if it’s off the table then it’s off the fucking table.”

“We can try it once.”

“If you want.”

“I want to see how it feels.”

“Then we’ll do it once.”

Heath swings his arm around my neck and brings my body to his chest. His chin rests over my head, and I snuggle against his warm, hard chest that makes a great pillow.

We sit in silence until he whispers, “I fucking like you.”

I grin. “I like you too.”

The breeze of wind greets us on the way, and I shiver.

Heath holds me tight, then quietly he says, “Not more than I do.”

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