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He quirks his brow. “Pardon?”

“It might sound silly, but two hands linked is saying that we’re in this together. At least, that’s what it means to me.”

Bull loosens his grip around my waist, finds my hand, and entangles his fingers with mine.

“I can do that.”

Chapter5

Finding Our Way

Bull

Iwant to kiss her and have every intention of doing so, but at this moment, having her in my arms with her head resting over my heart and our hands linked together is more intimate than a kiss. I don’t want to move. I want the world to stand still, and I want to memorize every detail of this moment.

When she tilts her head up to look into my eyes, I see her desire. She’s waiting for me to make my move. I take in the smoothness of her skin, allowing my fingertips to trail down her cheek to the curve of her neck. Her soft, plump lips part slightly. Unknowingly beckoning for me to kiss her.

I take my time lowering my mouth to hers. I want our first kiss to be perfect, but perfect doesn’t even come close to describing it. It’s like coming home. Warm, sweet, loving, all the goodness that comes with being with the person you care about. And yet, the electricity when our lips meet is unlike any I’ve ever experienced. A sizzle that I feel down to my bones.

Maya’s shy at first, but soon has her fists clenched into my shirt, and she mewls as I take our kiss deeper. Long, slow, sensual, exploring every crevice of her mouth. When I finally pull back, her eyes open slowly, meeting my gaze.

“That’s the best kiss I’ve ever had,” she whispers.

I know Maya hasn’t had many boyfriends, based on her kiss. But I’ve kissed plenty, and nothing compares to what we just did.

“Best damn kiss I’ve ever had, baby,” I tell her.

She smiles shyly. “Really?”

“I never lie. You’ll soon find out that I don’t say what I don’t mean. I’m a lot to handle, Maya. Now’s the time to run for it,” I warn. Although, after having had a taste of her sweetness, I’m not going to be able to let her go. I’ll give chase and win her over.

“You don’t scare me,” she replies with a grin.

“Good.” I adjust her in my lap and reach for the remote, turning on the television.

“We’re watching TV?” Her voice rises.

I flip it off. “Babe, I’m trying to do right by you. I’m not sure how to date, and I’m trying to figure it out.”

“You don’t know how to date?” she asks incredulously, her baby-blue eyes growing wide.

“I fuck. I don’t date,” I explain. “Fucking is easy. You meet, you get turned on, and you fuck. We’re different.”

“We’re not going to fuck?” Damn! She’s so adorable when she’s confused, with her furrowed brow and high-pitched tone.

I laugh because I just can’t help myself. “Yeah, babe, we’re going to fuck. And make love. We’ll do it fast and dirty, and slow and sexy. And I haven’t explored the rest of your apartment, but I plan to, with you under me. But first, we’re going to get to know each other, and I want to know it all.”

She seems to like what I said and wraps her arms around my neck. “I want to know you too. We’re still kissing, though, right?” She giggles, and I burst out laughing.

“Be good, baby. It’s taking all my self-control not to pick you up and throw you on the bed. So, pick a movie.” I jerk my head back to the television.

“No horror.” She shudders. “I don’t sleep for a week whenever I watch a horror film.”

“Crime drama?”

“They’re fine, but I cover my eyes when the murders happen.”

“Chick flick.” I sigh and roll my eyes, to which she laughs.

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