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“Only when I need you to?”

His lips kick up at the edges. “Only when you beg me to.”

My core melts at the way he emphasizes his statement.

“You’re basically a stranger.”

He nods. “But it doesn’t feel like that.”

“No,” I agree. “It doesn’t. It feels like I’ve known you forever.” How can that be when we’ve only met days ago? And yet, I’ve told him things I’ve never told anyone before.

And he’s here in my bed. Cuddling me after a nightmare. Vowing to help me search out the truth.

He presses his body against mine and his erection pushes against my panties. I bite down on my bottom lip.

“Has any other man touched you here?” He reaches between us and cups my sex. My panties are already wet, soaked through from him being so close, so wonderfully sexy.

“Yes.” I frown. “I’m twenty-five, Zack, of course I’ve had sex.”

He arches an eyebrow. “When.” Not a question, a demand.

“In college.” Is he going to get up and leave now? I’m dirty.

He gives a hard nod. “And you’ve always said yes?”

“No. Not the first time.” I lower my gaze.

“Hey, give me your eyes.” His voice is soft, caressing. “Not your fault.”

I nod. “I know.”

“Good.”

I smile a little. He doesn’t think I’m dirty.

“Your panties are still on.” He nudges me with a kiss to my chin, then my cheek, before taking my mouth again.

“Oh.” I laugh when he goes back to staring at me. “Right.” I hook my thumbs into the elastic of my panties and shove them down enough to get one leg out, then the other. Zack has to push up into a plank to allow me to move freely beneath him.

But as soon as I’m done, and the panties are on the floor, he quickly shoves out of his boxers.

Zack takes my hands and puts them over my head, capturing both my wrists beneath one of his hands.

“Is this all right?” he asks, leaning down to kiss my neck.

“Yes.” I nod, bumping into his chin again. He grins at me.

“Open your legs for me, little bird. Open wide.” He pulls my nightshirt up until my breasts are exposed. Leaning down, he plucks one nipple with his teeth.

I hiss because he’s scraped the sensitive skin, and it burns.

“Hmm, I like that sound. Let’s do it again.” He moves to the opposite breast and does it again, this time biting down harder on the tip.

I suck in a breath and wiggle beneath him. The sting courses straight through my body to my very core.

The tip of his cock presses against my entrance.

“You’re already so wet for me, so hot.” He reaches between us and strokes his cock, rubbing the head through my folds until he’s coated with my juices.

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