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“Nervous?”

She pauses, then nods.

I step closer to her—because I can’t help it—and caress her knuckles. “There’s nothing to be nervous about when you’re with me. I want you to be comfortable. If you’re not, then tell me. I’ll do anything for you.”

“I’m not nervous like that.” She takes a step forward in my direction.

One more step and the fucking distance between us will be even less.

“Then what is it?” I ask.

Her blush intensifies and she bites her lip.

Blood travels down my body, to a region it’s not supposed to, especially right now.

Moving my hand toward her face, I lean down and kiss her.

For. Fuck’s. Sake.

She tastes like heaven. Pure perfection.

Slowly, and gently, I go deeper, and she meets my strokes. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, and she grips my hair tightly. When she tugs, I can’t help but groan into her mouth. If she continues, I’ll be walking around the fair with blue balls all night.

It’s fucking clear to me that I want her. Not just emotionally, but physically too. I want to touch her skin and learn the temperature of it. So I can make her feel warm underneath me from all the wicked things that I’m dying to do to her. I want to kiss every inch of her so there’s no place unmarked.

I want to take my time and find all the scars on her body and kiss them, so pleasure is all she’ll remember. I want to take away her pain permanently.

There’s so much that I want to do to her, but none of it matters. What matters isher.

Still too far away.I slide my arm around her waist and press her against my hard body that’s hot from the need to worship her.

When I pull back to give her room to breathe, she pulls me right back at her and I can’t help but fucking smile.

My greedy girl.

We kiss slowly and sweetly, taking time to memorize each other’s mouths and how fucking perfectly they fit.

I’ve never found kissing special. However, that was until I met Rose. I can kiss her for as long as she’ll allow me to.

Kissing her has become one of my favorite things to do with her.

“Guys, quit sucking each other’s face off,” Marie says from somewhere close.

Hope freezes in my arms and quickly pulls her mouth away from mine.

“Seriously. You were straight up making out,” Marie adds.

“Like you don’t do the same.” I arch an eyebrow at her.

She leans back into Sebastian who wraps his arms around her stomach and kisses her hair, making her laugh hard.

I turn my attention to the most beautiful girl in my arms. “Are you okay? Was that okay?”

“I’m good and it was fine—I mean not fine. No! It was perfect,” she stammers timidly.

“Hmm, so which one is it? Fine, good, or perfect?” I muse.

“The last one.”

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