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But that’s about all I’ve got.

I could ask Olivia for deets, but that feels kind of mortifying.

As open as my parents always seem to be, we’ve never really delved into the whole sex conversation. Sure, I’ve noticed their flirty smiles and flushed looks when they leave their bedroom sometimes. But no human on the planet wants to think about their parents having sex… and I think I’d rather die than have some raw, honest conversation about it with them.

So far, they’ve just dropped subtle comments every now and again, like“Porn isn’t the way sex should be.”

Well, I’ve never watched porn, so I don’t know what they’re talking about.

“You should save sex for someone who is really important to you.”

Well, I’ve found that someone, so…

“Should we be having sex?” I murmur, then realize I just said that out loud.

Oh shit, what the hell is wrong with me!

My cheeks flame as Zander gives me a soft smile, looking just a touch nervous. “I’d like to. I mean… I’d like you to be my first.”

“Really?” My voice goes all soft and wispy.

“Of course. When you’re ready, I’m all in.”

My giggle is nervous, and I start playing with the ends of my hair. “I don’t know if I am yet. I mean… I love kissing you and making out. And sometimes my body feels like it wants to do more, but…”

“It’s okay,” he whispers, taking my agitated hands and threading our fingers together. “There’s no rush.”

The look on his face right now… he’s the sweetest guy on the planet. “I do want you. I want us to do it…” I nod, realizing how much I mean that. “But… maybe not at a drive-in movie.”

He laughs and pulls me down to kiss him. “I agree,” he mumbles between kisses, his tongue lashing against mine before he starts trailing kisses down to my neck and murmuring, “There’s no pressure, baby. I don’t want you to ever feel forced into anything.”

I tip my head back, giving him better access to my neck and groaning at the delicious licks of pleasure skimming through my body. A tingling between my legs has me pushing against his hard ridge, and I softly pant, “And what if I’m maybe ready to do more than making out, but I’m not quite ready to go all the way?”

He pulls back, grinning up at me with a level of excitement that’s contagious.

I giggle at his playful smile, then enjoy the trembling in my stomach when he tells me, “We can do that.”

CHAPTER 12

ZANDER

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Sienna’s comments about having sex. The very idea of experiencing that with her was enough to keep me awake half the night, pumping myself dry while I imagined what her body looked like naked, picturing myself sliding between her legs, thrusting and moving.

Damn, I want to know what that feels like.

I’ve always been curious about sex but have never gone all the way with a girl.

I don’t know why. Making out and a little over-the-clothes feel-up is as far as I’ve taken it. Sure, I’ve probably wanted to go further, but something has always stopped it. It makes me wonder if the universe has been putting barriers in my way because it wanted me to be with Sienna.

That’s probably overly romantic thinking, but I kind of love the idea that she’s gonna be my first. I don’t know when, but it’ll happen…

My fingers lightly trail up her back as she lies against my side, her soft lips nibbling my neck and sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Her parents went out about ten minutes ago, and as soon as their car pulled out of the driveway, Sienna snatched my wrist and hauled me upstairs. The second her bedroom door clicked shut behind us, we were making out in a frenzy. Her fingers fisted my hair, pulling me close as she moaned into my mouth and we stumbled toward her bed.

I flopped down on my back and she climbed on, lying beside me, her hands sweeping my body as she slid her tongue against mine and made sweet noises that shot liquid fire right down to my dick.

She’s so fucking hot.

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