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I held our stare for as long as I could keep my eyes open, but that wasn’t long. Soon, my head was back, and I was sighing as waves of heat ran up and down my body. I held myself up, palms flattened on the table behind me, sure that I might collapse at any second, as wobbly as his tongue was making me.

“Oh God, that feels good,” I said.

That threw me off a second. Was I going to become the kind of person who talked during sex? I never thought I’d be the type. What was that type? I needed to stop thinking and start feeling.

Soon, the sensations overtook the logical part of my brain. All thought went out the window at that point. The heat was intensifying throughout my body, and it was clear that I was moving toward something. It was a steep ascent, but when I got there, I was going to feel damn good. I knew that much.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I started saying over and over.

I’d lost all control over speech. Words were just coming out. And then I let out a cry that had me hoping to God nobody was nearby. If they were, they sure as heck would have heard and known exactly what was going on over here.

As my orgasm winded down, I suddenly felt self-conscious. He’d seen me naked—my lower half, anyway—no man ever had before. It was weird that he’d seen that part of me before he sawthe top half. But that didn’t mean I was ready to undress. Not with him fully clothed.

“We can stop if you want,” he said, looking up at me.

I shook my head. I should tell him I was a virgin. Now was the time.

“Krebs,” I said as he stood and leaned down for another kiss.

The word stopped him when his lips were just inches from mine. He had a lazy expression. Happy. He hadn’t even had his own orgasm yet, but he looked like he had. Maybe satisfying me had given him that kind of pleasure.

“I have?—”

“I don’t have protection,” he interrupted before I could get the words out.

I blinked several times, staring at him with what was no doubt a stunned expression. It took me a second to pivot to discussing this new topic.

“I’m on the pill,” I said. “But that’s not?—”

“That’s a relief,” he said. “I mean, we can still stop if you want. I just…well, I was hoping not to stop.”

“That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

Crap, why was this so hard? I was suddenly paranoid he was going to call the whole thing off when I made my announcement. And then what?

Then I’d go back to the lodge and drown my sorrows in a candy bar from the gift shop. Or maybe those would be my frustrations, not my sorrows.

“You’ve never done this before,” he said.

I widened my eyes. What the heck? How could he possibly have guessed? Did he somehow…know?

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again. His expression had sobered considerably. Gone was the desire I’d seen seconds earlier, and I wanted it back.

“Something about the way you’re looking at me right now,” he said. “Am I wrong?”

I gulped, then I shook my head again. At least I didn’t have to say the words, but now I was lost. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say next.

“I’m ready,” I said.

That was it. The best I could come up with. But it was the truth. Truer than anything I’d ever said, actually.

“This is no place for someone’s first time,” he said. “Your first time should be romantic.”

“I don’t want it to be romantic,” I said. “I don’t want it to be like everyone else’s first time. I want it to be memorable. I want it to be now. I want it to be with you.”

We’d have plenty of time for candles and rose petals in the future. Heck, he could do that every Valentine’s Day and anniversary for the rest of our lives.

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