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I’d lost hope that I’d lose my virginity when I was dating Kyle. Then since learning I never would, I wasn’t sure how I’d find someone I’d want to give my V card to.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” He growled as my orgasm took over. Waves of pleasure rocked through me, rendering me soaring, floating, and sinking with euphoria.

“You come for me,” he gritted out.

I cried out louder as he put his thumb on my clit, prolonging my ecstasy with another strike of overwhelming sensations.

“Nate!” It was too much. So much. Relief and pleasure swiftly filled me after the snap of tension that pushed me so close to screaming his name louder again.

He roared, jerking deep inside me as he came, making my holiday wish come true in the most intimate manner possible.

I’d found a man to make me feel good.

Now I only had to come to terms that it was with a man who said he’d sworn off women for good.

18

NATE

Iwoke up with Rachel’s naked body pressed flush against me. She’d fallen asleep after we cleaned up and showered together, and I hadn’t lasted long either. Cuddling in her bed, I felt no urgency to leave. With how tightly she held on to me and nestled in the nook under my arm, it seemed she was against the idea of my leaving too.

The dinner reservations were forgotten. The carriage ride was a moot point.

We spent the night together, waking to have sex once more, slowly, to suit her adjusting to this new event in her life.

In the bright light of the morning, I yawned and smiled wide.

“You smile a lot.”

I jolted a bit, realizing she was already awake. Not only that, but she was staring at me too.

“Is that a problem?” I asked, leaning in to kiss her soundly. She sighed happily against my lips. “Good morning,” I added sleepily. And it was. Any morning that had me waking up next to this sassy woman would be a good one. Feeling her warm, soft body pressed to mine was a grounding, comforting sensation I didn’t want to give up anytime soon.

“Morning,” she replied.

“Is it bad that I smile often?” I asked.

“No.” She shrugged. “I’ve just noticed that you do.”

“I have a lot to be happy about.” I proved it by rolling her over until she lay on top of me.

“Oh, do you now?” she teased, grinding against me.

I groaned, putting my hands on her ass and keeping her right where I wanted her. “Pace yourself, Rach.”

She laughed lightly. “Iamsore.” Leaning down, she kissed me soundly. “But I’m not complaining.”

Good.While it was always a goal to please a woman and have her wanting more, Rachel’s feelings mattered to me—a lot.

I was a little surprised that we’d caved so quickly. That one second with her, and I was a goner. We’d been resisting each other all these weeks, and now that we’d fallen for each other and spent the night in bed together, it almost felt surreal that it had happened.

If she were to ask me what we were doing, I wouldn’t know how to sum it up for her. It didn’t feel like a fling, which was what I'd envisioned at first. That we could engage in casual sex, both for her to not be so down and mopey about Kyle dumping her and for me to distract myself from the stressful memories of the holiday party.

This didn’t feel casual anymore. As I gazed into her eyes, soft with a sated expression, I wondered how I could have ever considered anything between us as being casual.

But can I really let go and just take faith that my heart could be safe with her?

If sleeping with her wasn’t a casual thing, that implied our feelings were deeper than surface level. For six years, I’d guarded myself from letting any woman matter, and here she was, threatening just that.

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