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She crossed her arms and hesitated.
Being honorable was very, very difficult sometimes. I braced myself and said, “So you want to… see me.”
I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed it while my heart hammered. “I don’t want to pressure you, so it’s important that you see and agree.”
“I want you, Handsome,” she said, and then hugged me tighter.
I’d waited for her and ached to have her. If she wanted me, I was hers.
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Sarah
Our lips met in a kiss and my pulse skyrocketed. When we came up for air, he whispered, “You’re gorgeous, Sarah.”
My skin felt electrified when I met his gaze. I wasn’t gorgeous, but one of the most wonderful things about Cyrus was thathebelieved it. I cupped his face and brushed against his slight stubble, saying, “The gleam in your eyes is hypnotic.”
Then our mouths met again. He took his time, like we were alone in the world with nowhere we needed to be, nothing we needed to do but explore each other. I stopped seeing the blue outside the glass windows and my body steamed.
My nipples hardened, and my clothes needed to go right now, but still I savored every long kiss and the way his body pressed against mine.
I ached for more, but stepped back, sucking on my bottom lip while I tugged my shirt off.
He did the same, and my breath halted when I tossed my shirt down. His muscles were even more glorious than I imagined. He reached for my waist, but I was uncomfortably hot, and I wanted to get rid of more barriers. So I unzipped my pants and tugged them down and off.
He did the same, but then hugged me against his steamy hot flesh and kissed me again.
How our lips and tongues sparred, and my temperature soared as blood flowed through me and awoke my core.
My hunger for him grew and my muscles tensed.
His hand traced me and stroked my breasts. My eyes fluttered while my body remembered last night.
Even my nipples seemed to swell.
I wanted him. And his mouth skimmed lower, nibbling my chin and then my neck.
Fire burned through me, and when he reached behind me, I wiggled to help him while he slipped my bra off.
He stopped and asked, “Do you trust me?”
My heart fluttered. I wish I trusted completely. He was amazing. My nipples tightened under his gaze, and excitement gripped me.
I nodded and said, “I want to trust you.”
He cupped my breasts and focused his full attention on them. My soul stirred because he hadn’t pressured me or gone off in a huff because I couldn’t—or wouldn't—give him what he wanted.
He was here, with me.
His tongue and lips suckled on one breast as his hands pinched and kneaded the other.
I was aching with desire and I urged him to go faster, harder.
But he continued to take his time, flicking the bud and nibbling on me like I was breakfast.
Then his hands brushed against my core and squeezed tight while my heart fluttered.
Pleasure grew as he nuzzled and stroked my skin, driving me deeper into passion.
