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From her.

Us.

This deep connection was evident from the first time we’d laid eyes on one another.

Her lips were meant to be on mine. My body was meant to be on top of hers.

She was my girl.

“Fuck … you feel good,” I painfully groaned.

My thoughts.

My words.

They all seemed to be scrambled together.

“Van,” she erratically breathed, panting breaths on my lips.

“What, baby?”

“I want you.”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” I confessed, holding on by a thread.

“Please…”

I wanted to ask her a hundred and one questions, but I didn’t.

Instead, I just kept kissing her.

Because it was enough…

CHAPTER 24

TRU

He smiled, stepping into my house before closing the door behind him to lean against it.

Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear, “I want to make love to my girl. Let me take care of you, sweetness.”

I thought about it for a second. “What happens after?”

He grinned. “I make you come again.”

“Van.” I blushed. “You know what I mean.”

With another honest expression, he vowed, “I’ll cherish you forever.”

He knew we were alone. My adoptive parents were gone for the night. They were all at a charity event.

With each step he made toward my room, I felt the butterflies bubbling in my stomach. I wasn’t nervous, more like anxious for what was to come.

“I missed you,” I said as he laid me down on my bed before he hovered over my small frame, caging me in with his arms around my face.

“I missed you too, baby.”

I was only wearing a flimsy sundress, and it was easy to throw over my head after he kissed me. Once I was naked, he eyed me with a predatory regard that had my thighs clenching.

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