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She throws her hand up in front of her mouth as if she’s embarrassed she said that, and I clasp it in mine to peel it away. I want to see her face. “You were jealous? But it’s not just about that, is it?” All my insecurities are swarming to the surface. I know what it’s like to be jealous, but I don’t want this to be a gut reaction from her.

“No, but it made me examine my feelings a little more closely. I’ve been denying my feelings because I was scared after the way Darryl controlled me. I thought that if I gave into them, I would lose myself again, but that’s not who you are. That’s not what you do. You let me be myself. And more than that, you help me. You encourage me to work for my dreams,just like you’re working for yours. And that night, even after you freaked out. Even after you called me yours, you left. I asked you to leave, and you did. Gave me the space I needed to process. I’m not denying it anymore. I’m yours.”

The happiness is almost painful. Knowing that she wants me as much as I want her is incredible. Not something I ever thought I’d want again. I duck away when she leans in for a kiss.

“Wait. I have to do this right.” I slide down her arms until I’ve got both of her warm hands grasped in mine. “Jazmin, will you be my girlfriend? For real this time?”

A white flash breaks through the serious look on her face. “Yes, I will.”

“Well then, let’s not waste another second.”

Chapter 26

Light It Up

Cole

We slam together ina mess of heat, and I can breathe again. She’s my air. I’m fumbling at her waist as my lips catch hers, sealing the deal with a kiss. “How the fuck do I get this thing off?”

I can feel her laugh vibrating through my chest. “Zipper,” she says.

“I wish you were wearing a dress so I could flip it up over your ass and slide my dick inside that pussy. I bet it’s already wet for me. Is it?”

“Yes,” she pants, trailing her fingers up my back to grasp at my neck, sealing me tighter to her lips.

My hands close over her hips to spin her around, revealing the plump curves of her ass straining against the fabric. Did she really go out in public wearing this? Nobody else should get that view except for me.

Her skin is smooth and hot under the kisses I plant on her back as I slowly drag the zipper down. The fabric parts to reveal an expanse of caressable light brown skin. She shivers under my touch as I slip the material off her shoulders. It falls to the floor in a smooth cascade, leaving her standing in nothing but an electric orange bra and matching thong. The little triangle of fabric at the top dipping between her cheeks is the only thing between me and heaven.

“Fuck. I take it back. You can wear this anytime.”

A breathy laugh is her only response.

I’m too awkward, fumbling with the clasp in my rush to touch her, so I give up on her bra, sliding my hands under the cups. My girlfriend. My cock jumps and I moan at the feel of her soft mounds overflowing my hands, and I knead the soft flesh, circling each taut nipple.

Her hands flutter at her sides as I pass over the soft curve of her belly, traveling toward the prize. Her neatly trimmed mound is soft under my touch as I inch ever closer underneath the front of her thong. Damp heat welcomes me in.

“I was right. You’re wet for me, dirty girl. Wet for your boyfriend.”

That word feels almost as good as her pussy. Maybe better.

I circle her clit a few times, as she arches into my other hand that’s taking turns pinching and teasing her breasts. She’s slick with need by the time I reach her entrance. I breech it with the tip of one finger, testing her out, and she clenches around me, trying to draw me in.

“Not yet. Be patient.” I move her forward until we reach the edge of her couch, pressing her down over the arm, and yanking the panties off. I need to see all of her.

“Spread for me. Show me that gorgeous pussy.” I tell her.

She’s shuddering under me already and I’ve barely gotten started, but she doesn’t obey me, so I kick her legs open, putting her on full display. I drink in the sight of her. Lips damp and ready for me. Ass up, waiting for my touch,

I drop to my knees, and she screams when I bury myself between her legs.

“Holy fuck, Cole.”

She was on fire for me before we got through the door. I lap at her sweet juices, and finally give her what she’s looking for, sliding a finger into her welcoming heat. She pulses around me, and I find the needy little bud that’s swollen for me and me alone.

She’s writhing under the alternating strokes of my tongue and fingers on every sensitive spot. I alternate between sucking on her clit and curling my fingers deep in her channel. Her hips buck back, driving me deeper.

When I feel her tremble. The first sign of her orgasm has me pulling away from her.

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