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She presses her forehead to mine, and the way she looks into my eyes, it’s like she can hear what I’m thinking.

“I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone but you,” she whispers.

She situates herself on the bed as I rifle through the nightstand for a condom. She watches with her teeth sunk into her lower lip as I kneel before her and roll it onto myself, a small wrinkle forming in her forehead. She gets a little tense as I lean over her, so I kiss her slowly, deeply.

“You’re in control here, Gracie,” I whisper against her lips. “Nothing happens a moment before you want it to, okay? I’ve got all night.”

I go back to kissing her jaw, her neck, her perfect little breasts. She looses a shaky breath, her hands on my arms, and I trail my fingers between her legs, testing to see if she’s still too sensitive or if I can start rubbing her clit again. If I can’t, I don’t know how else to help make this not hurt other than making sure she’s as relaxed as possible. And I really, really don’t want to hurt her.

“Liam?” she whispers.

I pull back enough to look at her face, and she brushes her thumb between my eyebrows, smoothing the muscle there.

“It’s okay. You’re not going to break me.”

“I just want this to be good for you.” I shake my head.I want it to be a hell of a lot better than that.“Better than good.”

I can’t quite figure out that look in her eye as she smiles up at me. “It already is.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

GRACIE

I was so goddamn nervous. At least, I was at first. But once we got started, that all slipped away. And now seeing Liam practically unravel with overthinking, one of us has to keep it together. I don’t know what switch flipped in his brain, because he certainly didn’t seem nervous when he made me see God a few minutes ago.

I kiss him slowly and run my hands through his hair, over his shoulders, along the muscles of his arms as they brace against the bed on either side of my face. He relaxes, and I move my hands to his chest, moaning into his mouth as my fingers trail down lean muscle.

His hips grind into me, and I lift mine as an invitation.

“You’re ready?” he whispers.

I nod. The same way I convince myself to do anything I’m scared of, I just have to surge ahead before I let myself think too much.

He never stops kissing me. Not as he lines himself up with my entrance, not as he slowly pushes in an inch, then another. Not as he slides a hand down to my clit.

The combination of sensations steals my breath.

“Am I hurting you?” he murmurs.

“Not at all,” I gasp.

His lips trail down my neck and chest until he takes my nipple into his mouth. The flicks of his tongue as he slides in another inch make my head fall back. My body stretches around him, but the sensation isn’t discomfort, and it isn’t pain. Whatever it is, it’s new, and I don’t want it to stop. It all comes together—his slow, testing strokes, his fingers, his tongue, like he’s playing my body like an instrument. I don’t know how he could’ve possibly been that nervous when he’s thisgoodat this.

Vaguely, I register that noises are coming out of me, but I can’t stop them. Whimpers, moans, I think some sound like his name.

He seems to grow more sure of himself after a minute, and his pace increases as his lips land back on mine. I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, and he groans low in his chest, the sound vibrating through my body.

“You feel so fucking good, Gracie,” he breathes. “You doing okay?”

Much, much better than okay.But all I can manage is “Yes.”

In all my friends’ accounts of losing their virginities in high school or college, their stories were full of jackhammering and lying there for a few minutes and waiting for it to be over.

Liam’s hips meet mine in slow, sensual movements that have my lungs forgetting how to breathe. He shifts and experiments with different angles, different speeds, different force, until he finds whatever moan of mine he likes best and sticks with that.

“That’s it. I’ve got you.”

“That feels so good,” I gasp.

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