Page 184 of Accidental Husband

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Right now—

I pull her closer.

She slips her hand under my t-shirt.

Fuck, her touch feels good. It erases all the shit running through my head.

Quiets that voice asking if I'm doing the right thing.

It makes sense.

And this—

"You know what this means, baby?" I ask.

She shakes her head.

"I can taste your cunt."

"Oh my God."

"Yeah?"

"Why is it always sex?" Lightness drips into her voice.

"Why is it always sex when you're tugging at my t-shirt?"

She laughs. "Not tugging…"

"You don't want me to take it off?"

"I wouldn't turn it down."

I do away with my t-shirt.

Her eyes meet mine. They beg for love, affection, forgiveness.

I wish I could explain this to her. That I could make her understand how I feel about her.

But the words are jumbled.

I'm not good with words.

I'll have to show her.

I cup the back of her head with my palm.

She closes her eyes.

I press my lips to hers. Softly. Then harder.

She sucks on my bottom lip. Tugs at my hair. Rocks her hips against mine.

She wants to erase this confusion.

She wants to connect.

She wants to come.

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