He reaches for my face, brushing his thumb over my lips. “Tell me you didn’t feel it when we kissed. Tell me you weren’t thinking what I was thinking.”

I croak out, “What were you thinking?”

He leans down and brushes his lips over mine as he whispers, “That it was my last first kiss.”

I gasp. That’s exactly what I was thinking. At the time, I felt ridiculous for even considering it.

Before I know what’s happening, his mouth is on mine again, and I lose all train of thought. I’ve never been kissed this way before. Apparently, I’ve only been kissed by boys my whole life because Trey kisses like a man. Everything about him is manly. His body, his smell, his words, his possessive touch. It’s a drugI’ve resisted, thinking he wanted someone else, but she doesn’t exist. He wants me.

His big hands move all over me like he can’t get enough. Like I’mhisdrug.

My body is thrumming with anticipation for what else he can do to me. What he just did to me at the bar was an appetizer of everything that’s been playing out in my mind for weeks.

He kisses me so deeply and passionately that it’s almost too much to bear. For some reason, I know his words aren’t hollow. Whether they’re possible or not, I know he means what he said to me.

Grabbing my keys from my hand without breaking the kiss, he unlocks and opens my front door.

It closes behind us after we walk through, and he pushes me up against the door. He kisses down my body until he’s on his knees in front of me. Grabbing my hips, he buries his nose in my stomach and inhales deeply.

Eventually, he looks up at me with his blue eyes that convey nothing but sincerity. “I’m not asking for anything but a chance. Give me a chance to win you over. Let me love you.”

I run my fingers through his hair, needing to touch him. I can’t manage to not touch him.

I feel like I’m at a crossroads. I hate how things began with lies, but I equally can’t deny the attraction to him. If nothing else, I’m curious what this intense heat between us can produce in the bedroom.

As he stands to his full height, towering over me, I do the only thing I’m capable of doing right now. I remove my shirt and toss it to the floor. He scrunches his face. “I wanted to rip that off you like in your second book.”

I can’t help but smile. “Youreallyread all my books?”

“Cover to cover. Every single page. Every single word.” He thumps his head. “I’ve committed all your fantasies to memory. I’m going to make every single one of them come true.”

“Then you’ll remember the scene whereshedid this.” Iproceed to rip open his shirt, and I hear the buttons scatter all over the floor. I’ve always wanted to do that.

He growls in response like the man did in my book.

The corners of my mouth turn up slightly. “Be a good book boyfriend and growl louder for me. I want to feel the vibrations between my legs.”

His tongue slips out and runs along his lower lip before he growls loudly and lifts my legs until they’re wrapped around him.

He takes both my wrists into one of his big hands and pins them above my head. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea the lengths I’ll go to just to make your fantasies come true. But you’re about to find out.”

He roughly pulls down my bra and stares at my breasts. His jaw goes slack, and he briefly closes his eyes. When he opens them, he cups one of my breasts in his big, rough hand. The callouses send tremors down my body. Why are they so fucking hot? I need to add this feature to the men in my books. Writing about men with soft hands is now a thing of the past. Rough hands are my new kink.

“I’ve spent hours wondering what your nipples look like. In my wildest dreams, they were never this perfect.”

He bends his head and teases one with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth. My eyelids flutter. Fuck, that feels good. It’s an electric current straight to my clit, making it pulse with need.

I grind onto him, desperate for the friction. I’m shamelessly rubbing against him like I did in the restaurant. Why am I so ravenous for him?

He lifts his head. “Where’s the bedroom?”

I point down the hallway. “Third door.”

He locks his lips to mine again as he moves us toward my bedroom. We crash through the door, and he tosses me down onto my bed. He stands over me in all his beautiful glory. I take in his chest and abs. After we were at the pool party, I dreamedabout tracing every muscle with my tongue. I can’t wait to make it my reality.

He slowly removes the remnants of his shirt before unbuckling, unzipping, and removing his jeans. He stands there in his boxer briefs with an exceedingly large and hard cock threatening to break through.

His eyes meet mine. “Grand romantic gestures, Gemma. I’ve listened to every word you’ve said since the moment I met you.”