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I grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a passionate kiss. “That seems to be a theme with you…”

I kiss him deeply, losing myself in the sensation of our tongues flaring together, finding each other hungrily and desperately. The more we kiss, the less it means I have to talk to him about the L-word.

It should be impossible, right? Letting myself even entertain the L-word would be a very Mom-like thing to do. I need to slow down.

But when he presses his hand against my underwear, causing my clit to ache and my core to throb, all my doubts drain away. I don’t have to question everything.

In the back of my head, poetry starts to whisper.

I never knew if I wanted you, but a kiss, a touch, and your love proved me wrong. I was never sexy or desired, but then you came along…

I gasp when he kisses my neck and then moves down to my breasts. He unclips my bra and presses my mounds together, leaning back so that he can get a better look at me. His eyesare pure fire, his jaw tense, so flooded with lust and hunger that his veins push against his neck like he’s struggling to maintain a semblance of calm.

“I’m going to need to think of a new nickname for you,” he moans, massaging my breasts, tickling sensations teasing all over my body.

“Maybe we should stop, then, huh?” I tease. “I don’t want to steal yourvirgin Valentinefrom you.”

“No. Fucking. Way.”

He leans down, sucking on one of my nipples as he massages my other breast with his free hand. I shiver as pleasure swirls around my breast and over my chest, down into my belly, all through me. It’s like a warm balm that pushes away any concerns.

I don’t have to think anymore. I don’t have to doubt.

Even when he slides his hand over my stomach toward my sex, there isn’t the expected flair of self-consciousness that I’ve become so used to. It’s the opposite. The way his hand trembles against me makes me feel so fucking sexy.

I arch my back, tearing at his shirt.

“You want me so freaking badly,” I moan. “You’re hungry for me. I can feel it.”

He lifts his arms as I pull his t-shirt free, revealing his hard chest, his lean abs.

“You’re the only woman I’ll ever want,” he growls. “The. Only. Fucking. One.”

“Show me,” I whisper, taking his wrist and guiding his hand to my underwear.

“You’re so damn sexy when you’re confident.”

“I’ve never been confident before. You bring it out in me.”

“Then I better stick around…”

I’m unable to reply when he slides his hand down my underwear and over my naked sex. He finds my lips again, kissing me as he massages my clit. I hold onto his round, firm shoulders tightly.

Suddenly, he groans like he can’t take it anymore, kissing over my belly, then down toward my sex. He pulls my underwear down, the fabric tickling my thighs. I prop up on my elbows, looking down at him as he tosses my underwear to the floor.

He stares at me with complete obsession, looking up, his eyes hungry and fascinated, before returning his gaze to my core.

“Fuck,” he groans, stroking his thumb along my clit. “You’re perfect.”

I instinctively shake my head, but then he sinks his touch into my thighs and squeezes hard, owning me.

“Perfect,” he growls.

CHAPTER 26

ALEX

She tries to shake her head when I call her perfect, but she is.

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