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My heart skipped a beat. “Yes.”

He stood, holding out his hand. I took it without hesitation, letting him pull me to my feet. As we walked to his bedroom, my nerves finally kicked in. What the hell was I doing? I’d never been with a man before. I had no idea what I was doing.

But then Dayton smiled at me, and all my doubts faded away. This felt right. This felt good. And I wanted more.

As soon as we were in his room, he closed the door behind us and turned to face me. “Are you sure about this?”

I nodded. “I want this.”

He stepped closer, his hands coming up to cup my face. His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. It was a stark contrast to the heated kisses we’d shared earlier, but it was perfect. I melted into him, my hands coming up to grip his shirt. He deepenedthe kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, and I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back, his breath coming in quick pants. ‘God, you taste good,’ he signed with one hand, the other still wrapped around my neck.

I smiled, my cheeks heating. Somehow, seeing him sign those words made them far more erotic than they would’ve been if I’d heard them. “So do you.”

He grinned, then leaned in to kiss me again. This time, his hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his erection pressing against mine, and it sent a jolt of desire through me. I wanted more. I wanted everything.

I broke the kiss, my breath coming in quick pants. “Dayton…”

He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Yeah?”

“I want… I want more.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

DAYTON

Tameron was nervous, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a virgin. Or, well, a man who hadn’t been with another man before. It was obvious Tameron was comfortable with sex and his own body, but I wanted to take it slow.

The first time I ever touched a dick that wasn’t my own, I hadn’t quite known what to do with myself. I’d thought, then overthought, and then squeezed so hard the guy got up and left me sitting in a puddle of my own precum with a flagging hard-on and a tomato-red face.

He’d told people about it the next day too, and I’d gotten the nickname Vise, which had followed me around for too long.

I didn’t want that for Tameron, not that I would ever humiliate him, no matter what he did or how tightly he gripped me. But if someone had been tender with me at first, just a little, I might not have struggled with my identity in the beginning.

So when he stood there, knees shaking, I carefully put my hands on his hips and waited for his gaze to meet mine. “How do you want to start?”

“Shouldn’t you be deciding that? You’re the expert.”

I laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw. “I know how to make you feel good, and I can definitely give you anexperience you’ll never forget, but you’re going to take the lead tonight, gorgeous. So. Where doyouwant to start?”

He hummed deep in the back of his throat, the sound probably involuntary, and I did my best not to think about the fact that I’d wanted this for a while. All the way back to when I thought he couldn’t stand me.

It was wild that he was here now, in my bedroom, ready and willing.

“What was your first time like?”

I knew what he was asking, and I shuddered. “Not ideal.”

He licked his lips, then glanced over my shoulder at my bed. “Can we sit?”

Taking his hands, I tugged him toward the edge of the mattress, then slid on top of the covers. My well of patience tonight felt infinite, and I didn’t mind as he worked through his struggle until he finally bent at the knee and dropped down beside me. The moment we touched again, he melted against my side and let me take him into my arms.

“My first good time,” I said, rucking up the back of his shirt so I could trace my fingers over his flush-warmed skin, “was with a man who was, like, ten years older than me. He’d just lost his wife.”

“Oh. He was bi?”

“I’m not sure he knew what he was. I think the marriage was to please his parents. But whatever the case, he loved her. He was sad, but he was also very needy.”

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