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He went to say that he felt the same, and then she swallowed him, and his ability to speak disappeared as he drowned in sheer bliss. He thrust his fingers into her hair, ruining the up-do, and rocked his hips. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed. Shit. Christ. His balls tightened, and he pulled out. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to feel her silky walls sheathing him, to look straight into her eyes, to have that connection, the one that completed him. The one he’d only ever have with her. His Lori.

Hooking his hands underneath her armpits, he raised her to her feet. “It scares me sometimes, Lori. How much I love you. How it’d kill me if I ever lost you.”

Her eyes misted, and the soft skin of her palm caressed his face. “You’re never going to lose me, Zane. You’re stuck with me for life.” She dragged her teeth over his bottom lip. “Now for god’s sake, take me to bed before I lose my mind.”

He chuckled as he helped her out of her prom dress, taking care to loop it over the arm of the chair, then lifted her and carried her over to the king-sized bed. He laid her down on top of the pink, white, and red rose petals.

Straddling her thighs, still dressed in his shirt and bow tie, he stared down at the image of perfection. He tugged on his tie and removed it, tossing it to the side. Next, he discarded his shirt, taking his time to unfasten each button. Lori’s eyes tracked his every move, the pace of her breathing increasing in time with his own.

Tracing her fingertip over the ridges of his abs, defined through countless hours of playing field sports and running—his favorite activity—she ran her tongue over her lips, then slid both hands into the cups of her cream bra and pushed them down. Her tits popped out, the nipples pink and erect and begging for his mouth.

“Well?” She grinned. “What are you waiting for?”

CHAPTER 4

The summer sun woke Lori far too early. Rolling over, she opened her eyes to find Zane asleep beside her, one leg shoved out of the covers and resting at right angles, an arm casually flung behind his head, and his dark lashes grazing his cheeks. Hmm, maybe she didn’t mind the early hour after all. It gave her a chance to study him, to revel in the fluttering in her stomach and the way her heart expanded at the sight of him.

She ran her gaze over every inch of his face, committing the picture to memory. The day they’d handed out good looks, Zane had been at the front of the line. The symmetry, the cut of his cheekbones, the straight nose and strong jaw, the thick head of hair she loved to touch when he was buried inside her… no wonder most of her classmates gawped at him in awe. And when he turned those molten chocolate eyes on her, the love and adoration shining through, she melted into a puddle of desire. She was the luckiest damn girl in the world. She had no idea why Zane had picked her out as “The One” back in junior high, but she’d never utter a single word of complaint.

He stirred, raising the other arm overhead as he stretched, his legs kicking at the covers. The comforter slipped, allowing her a peek at his morning wood. She licked her lips. Such a shame to let it go to waste.

“Morning.” Reaching for him, she wrapped her hand around the middle of his erection and ran her thumb over the heavy crown. “Thank you for last night.”

He shifted toward her, his half-lidded eyes still drowsy with sleep, and pulled her in for a kiss. “You’re here.”

His voice came out husky, raw, and something in his eyes tightened her chest.

“Of course I’m here. Where else would I be?”

He answered her with kisses and licks and soft caresses, his fingers digging into her hip, the message behind them one of possession, of need. She understood every one of those feelings on a deep level because they reflected her own.

“I think I have rose petals stuck to my ass.”

She laughed, and it occurred to her that not a day went by when Zane didn’t make her laugh. If the rumors were true, and humor was the key to a long and happy relationship, then she and Zane had it nailed.

“I’m sure they’ll come off in the shower.”

“Maybe I’ll leave them there as a reminder of the best night of my life.”

“You’re eighteen. I hope you haven’t peaked too soon.”

“Fair point.” He gripped her hip and rolled her on top of him. “Let’s agree to make every day we spend together better than the previous one.”

“Deal.”

She stole a kiss, maneuvering until she felt the head of him nudge her entrance. They didn’t use condoms. She was on the pill, and they’d only ever slept with each other, so there wasn’t any need for the added barrier. He thrust up, pushing himself inside.

“I could get used to this.” He groaned. “Waking up with you beside me every morning is the perfect wet dream.”

“Just as well, otherwise we’d have to rethink our living arrangements at NYU.”

She and Zane planned to share a small apartment. Both their parents had agreed to help them to fund it, although they expected them to contribute, which meant they’d both have to take on part-time work. Neither of them minded at all. Paying their way was a part of moving into adulthood and an opportunity to show their parents they understood financial responsibility.

“Not a chance.”

Their conversation on the dance floor last night sprang back into her mind, and it was on the tip of her tongue to ask him again if he was sure he wouldn’t feel tied down. She swallowed the words. If she kept asking him for reassurance of his love, he’d think she didn’t trust him. And that wasn’t it at all. But she couldn’t seem to quieten the voice inside her head that urged her to keep checking in with him, to use his reassurance to allay her fears.

But as Zane moved inside her, whispering loving words into her ear, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her lips, she forgot all about her immature musings and immersed herself in his love.

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