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I slip a hand into her hair to cup her head as I deepen the kiss, the other sliding down her back to press our lower halves together. We stay that way until we’re both breathing heavy, the kiss turning rougher, wilder. God, she gets me going so quickly.

I pick her up again, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I walk to her bedroom and lay her down on the soft duvet. Her uniform rides up as I nestle between her thighs, grinding against her as we make out, the desire within me pooling higher the longer we continue.

“You ready for more?” I ask her, wanting so badly to undress her and fully explore her body.

“Yes,” she pants, arching under me as my lips skim her soft skin.

I tug lightly at her uniform. “How does this come off?”

“There’s a zipper in the back.”

She twists underneath me so she’s on her stomach, and I move her hair aside, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck as I draw the zipper down. I unhook her bra while I’m at it, my lips traveling down her spine.

I flip her over and strip her until she’s bare for me. Just enough light spills through the open bedroom doorway to see her, my gaze devouring her nude body. I mentally trace the curve of her hip, the dip of her navel, up to her perfect breasts, impressing this moment upon my memory. “You’re so beautiful.”

She watches me, her gaze flicking over my face, then whispers, “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

She shifts atop the duvet. “I thought you were only saying that before to make me feel better.”

“Tessa…” I lean down and lay a soft kiss on her lips. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Inside and out.”

Her brows notch together, gaze still studying me. “No one’s ever thought that about me. I… I’ve always been the plain girl. The one who fades into the background.”

I caress her cheek, sweeping a thumb over her bottom lip. God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long. “You’re the only girl I see. The only one I want.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

AUSTIN

She reaches for me,the passion in her kiss making my heart sing. My hands roam over her body, exploring with no reservations, finally letting myself believe she truly wants me, too.

Shaping the soft weight of her breasts, I trail kisses down her chest, sucking a nipple into my mouth, loving the gasp of pleasure she makes.

She runs her fingers through my hair as I lave attention on the other one, circling the hard bud with my tongue, then gently lapping. She moans my name, holding my head in place, and I take my time worshipping her until her hips shift restlessly, seeking relief.

I make my way down her body, kissing every available surface until I reach the juncture of her thighs, anticipation racing through me.

I skim a hand up her calf and part her legs, my lips following, pressing a trail of kisses to where I want to be.

Her hands grip the pillow, watching me with unabashed interest as I spread her wider.

“You ready?” I ask, watching her closely. We’ve gone from purely friends to this in a matter of days, it seems like.

She nods, her eyes wide as I nestle between her legs, bringing her thighs over my shoulders. Parting her folds, I give her a long lick, enjoying the gasp of pleasure she makes.

I work my tongue on her slowly, adjusting my movements to her sounds of contentment, the way she angles her hips. Learning what makes her whole body tense and what has her relaxing into the mattress. I build her up over long minutes, reading her in the way I do best, using that kinesthetic knowledge she says I have to discover everything she likes until she’s gasping my name, her hips bucking as her fingers grasp at the duvet.

I back off, giving her time to recover, and nip at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, glancing up at her. She’s panting, her legs spread eagle on the bed with one arm over her eyes. I go in again, watching her moan for me as I flick my tongue over her clit, hips lifting, seeking more.

“You like that?” I ask, knowing full well she does.

She nods, murmuring, “I love everything you do. I didn’t know it could be this good.” She clutches at her pillow. “It’s like I’m having an out of body experience or something.”

I chuckle to myself. “Tessa, this is only round one.”

She whimpers, her neck arching as I nuzzle her and suck gently on her clit. I build her up again, this time taking her over the edge, her hand in my hair, gripping the strands tightly as she comes, bucking under me.

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