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Damn, though, if what he said doesn’t deserve a kiss.

I’m more than willing to oblige, so I stretch up, like a purring cat looking for cuddles, until I reach his mouth. I press my lips to his, letting the desire, passion, and need I have for him show.

Chapter 22

Shane

I don’t want our first time together to be against the front door. One day, for sure, but not today.

Today I want it to be perfect. This is our first time together and I want it to be like our first kiss, special and unforgettable.

Before we become one, I want to know Jamie’s body as well as I know my own. I want to explore every single inch and make him sob in pleasure. I want to love every single part of Jamie. I want to kiss, lick, and adore him until he’s lost in want and lust.

I want him—after I’m done loving him—to forget about everything that isn’t me.

I pull away, because I need us in a more comfortable position, a position that will allow me to have access to his whole body.

“Don’t stop,” Jamie says, eyes closed and head thrown back against the door.

He’s sexy as hell, and all fucking mine.

“I’m never letting you go.”

“Promise.” His throaty voice goes directly to my cock.

“I promise.” And I take his lips again in a passionate kiss, to seal my commitment to him, to us.

The idea of driving to Jamie’s house is not as inviting as before, so instead I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom.

“Come,” I say to him when he resists. “We’ll be more comfortable in my bed.”

“Okay.”

His hand feels wet in my grip, and that makes me pause. If he’s not ready, we don’t have to go all the way. I’ll be more than happy just to have him in my arms for the rest of the night, just like I did last time I was at his apartment. One of the best nights of my life in a long time.

“Are you okay?” I ask to make sure this is still what he wants.

“Yeah, just nervous.”

“We don’t have to do more than kissing. And I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.” I lean in and place a kiss on his lips, hoping to make him understand how serious I am.

Jamie comes first, always.

“I want this, and I want you,” he says after I let go of his lips.

I hold out my hand palm up for him to take when he’s ready.

My heart soars when he takes it without a second thought. When our fingers touch, the tension I’ve been filled with goes away. I pull him close and kiss him again, telling him with my lips how happy I am to have him here and that he’s trusting me.

When we’re both panting, I pull back and turn around, leading him to my room. I’m not sure if it’s Jamie’s presence, or maybe because I’ve changed, but right now my flat doesn’t feel as estranged and cold as it usually does.

Jamie always makes things better.

When I stop in front of the closed door, Jamie bumps into me.

“Sorry,” he says, and I chuckle, turning my head around to find him rubbing his nose.

I love the chuckle that fills the apartment and makes my inside quiver in joy. I turn around and hug him tight. “I’m so grateful you gave me a second chance.” I hide my face in the place where his neck meets his shoulder and inhale his calming scent.

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