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Herhips straddled my lap, andIgroaned into her kiss as she rocked against me, her own moans blending with mine.Ilay flat on my back, legs dangling over the side of my bed, dry-humping this fucking veritable angel like a horny teenager, and suddenly,Iwas filled with shame.

Howthe hell couldItreat her like this?Shedeserved much better than this fumbling bullshit.

Maybethis was a mistake.

Ishoved myself into a sitting position and wrapped my arms around her waist, crushing her against me as my eyes drifted shut andIjust focused on holding on to her, clinging to the hope thatIwasn't as out of control asIfeared.

Hersoft hands found my hair and ran through the silky strands, nails raking gently over my scalp soothingly. "Hey, we don't have to take things fast—"

Fast?

"Mal, if we go any slower,Imight die,"Ibreathed in exasperation. "Idon't know what way's up,Ican't sort my brain to save my life, and my whole body feels like it's on fire."Inuzzled against her collarbone, staring into her gorgeous eyes like she somehow had the answersIsought. "Whatthe fuck is all this?Isthis normal?Doyou go through this every time?"

Herlips parted in a slow grin, one that felt very predatory in nature as it nearly split her face in two.Girlishlaughter with a hint of chaos rippled from her lips, and she leaned down and placed a few gentle pecks against my open mouth, refusing to take it any further asIstruggled through all this emotion and feeling and confusion.

"Oh, you poor thing," she teased, her hips slowly rocking against me. "You'renew to all this, ofcourseyou are."

Isuddenly felt like six kinds of a fool and set her gently on the bed before marching straight for the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Whata fucking idiotI'dbeen, thinking she'd want someone like me.

CHAPTERFORTY-THREE

MALLORY

Ifucked up.

Ifucked up badly, and the only wayIknew to make it better was separated from me by a thick bathroom door.Andof course, the emotional distanceI'dmanaged to wedge between us.

"Jonah, open the door and let me explain—"

Iraised my hand to start pounding, but my hand kept going and knocked on a bare, hairy chest instead, stunning me to near silence.

"I'msorry—"

Hedidn't give me a chance to finish that line of thought before his hands wrapped around my wrists and jerked me into the bathroom with him, kicking the door closed behind us.Ididn't have more than a second to breathe before he had backed me against the same doorI'djust come through and slammed his lips against mine, demanding entrance now, his tongue eager, probing, instead of hesitant and gentle.

Ididn't mind either version of him, but this one was taking what he wanted, andIsecretly rejoiced at his progress.

Whenhis lips left mine, they trailed down my neck, over my shoulder, and down one arm, until he came to my knuckles and kissed each one, feather-light, while he made eye contact and slaughtered my vagina with those gorgeous hazel depths.

"Iwant you, but, fuck,Mal,I'mnot sureI'menough."

Myheart constricted at his raw admission.Herewas this gorgeous man, working past his huge aversion to touch, taking what he wanted, yet somehow he managed to second-guess himself still.

Maybeit was timeIshowed him how muchIwanted him right back.

"Areyou worriedIwon't like it?"

Hiseyes averted, he nodded slowly, even asItook his hands in mine and brought them to my hips. "Youdon't hear women bragging bout bedding a virgin,Mal."

Iset his hands on my hips and cupped his jaw in both of mine, dragging his face to mine with no small amount of determination. "Youare a fucking miracle on legs, walking sin, and damn it all ifIgive a flying fuck whether you've had sex before or not, you dumbass."Slowly,Ileaned forward and brushed my lips against his again, teasing him, taunting him with short breaths, a quick flick of my tongue against the edge of his mouth. "Sowhat if you don't know what to do with me?Itonly meansIget to teach you exactly whatIlike."Inipped at his lower lip with my teeth, pleased whenIdrew a tiny drop of blood. "Andyou've always been such a fast learner,Jonah."

"Mmm," he agreed, his eyes fluttering closed. "Andyou're such an amazing teacher."Agroan ripped from his throat asIreached down with one hand and cupped him through these gods-blessed grey sweats. "Sofucking hands-on."

Ourlips stayed molded against each other, his back bowed to accommodate the difference in our height asIdragged my nails down his spine. "We'renot going to get clean out here,Jonah,"Imuttered against his mouth, gasping for air. "Takemy bra off."

Hishands fumbled at the clasp at first, but he took a deep breath and calmed himself, finally freeing my breasts from that stupid-ass shelf bra.Beforeit could fall from my ribcage and my breasts swing free, his hands were cupping them reverently, like he'd just won the fucking lottery.

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