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She shrugged. “I got tits, and I learned how to fend for myself.”

He glanced down at her cleavage. “And they are some damn fine tits. But I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret tomorrow. We should wait.”

Oh geez. He was a perv with manners. That made her want him even more.

“Lesson number one, Gage. I don’t believe in regret. I want this. There’s no guarantee I’ll want it a second time. But tonight, I want this. I just need to feel something other than gut wrenching sadness.”

Gage

Gage couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The woman he’d fantasized about since Reggie forced him to come to her eighteenth birthday party was throwing herself at him, and he was second guessing it.

Reggie would haunt him for the rest of his life if he hurt Kenzie. Not that Gage would intentionally hurt her, it just seemed to happen with the women in his life. He always disappointed them. But he had to give her an answer fast, or he was going to lose his chance.

He’d been rock hard since she changed in front of him, and he’d done his best to talk his dick down off the ledge ever since, but the fucker wasn’t listening.

She wiggled in his lap, bouncing her perfect tits in his face, and he let out a growl.

“This is a one-time deal, Kenz. We’re not starting something on the heels of Reggie dying. If we start something someday, it won’t be because we’re trying to shove down grief.”

She gave him a solemn nod. “Understood.”

He lifted her off his lap and swept the mountain of clothing off the bed, vowing to hire a laundry service for her in the morning.

When the bed was clear, he turned and pulled her into his arms. “You’ve been teasing me with these tits all day, Kenz. How about you get that shirt off and show me what I’ve been missing.”

She blushed so damn pretty but didn’t hesitate to step back and whip her t-shirt over her head then reach back to unclasp her bra.

When her breasts came into view, he bit his lip to hold back the groan. Her nipples were pink, erect, and fucking pierced.

A tattoo of what looked like a sound wave on a watercolor background adorned the top of her left breast, and he bent to kiss the artwork reverently. He wanted to ask what it meant, because he had a feeling it was meaningful, but now didn’t seem like the time.

Her silky skin was going to turn him into an animal if he wasn’t careful, and he didn’t know if she liked to play like that. Take it slow, Gage, he silently reminded himself.

“Lay on the bed.”

She didn’t question him or hesitate, just laid down in the middle of the mattress and stared up at him.

He stood over her, and unbuttoned his dress shirt, mentally telling himself to breathe as he shrugged out of it.

With one knee on the bed between her legs, he bent and kissed her tenderly. Her arms snaked around his neck, and she opened her mouth to him, letting him explore.

When he pulled away, he cupped her cheek tenderly. “I’m gonna ask you again, babe. Are you sure you want this?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes please. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I knew what kissing was all about.”

“That’s disturbing,” he teased. Then he turned somber again. “I’m serious, Kenz. All you have to do is say the word, and it stops. I don’t care if I’m halfway inside you.”

She squirmed, brushing his knee with her crotch, and he pressed it against her, grinding until she gasped.

“Tell me you understand. Tell me you’ll ask me to stop if I need to.”

She nodded frantically. “I swear, Gage.”

“Good girl.”

He reached down and popped the button on her shorts and lowered the zipper, then hooked his fingers into the waist and tugged, taking her panties down at the same time. Her hips spilled out, and this time he didn’t stop the groan at the sight of her perfect curves and soft stomach.

A belly button ring sparkled up at him, and he ran his hand down her abdomen. “Any other jewelry hiding that I need to know about, darlin?”

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