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She moans and presses her legs together around her hand still touching her pussy. “Believe me. I am imagining, and it’s pretty incredible.”

I sit on the side of the bed because my legs won’t hold me up. God, I think she might have drained some of the life from me with how hard and how often I’ve cum for her over the last few days. All without a touch from her hand or mouth, and without ever once getting inside her sweet pussy.

“So, have I redeemed myself yet?”

She frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I mean have I shown you I’ve learned a thing or two since that night on the beach.”

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Oh! Well, I mean you’re amazing. I’ve never cum like this with anyone else.”

My fucking heart just about explodes in my chest and I grin.

But she’s not done. “There was nothing to redeem, though. You don’t know how many times I thought about that night afterwards. You were amazing then, too.”

“I was?” I stare, trying to take in what she’s saying. Here I was thinking my teenage fumbling probably did nothing for her; now she’s telling me it was good. “Then you really liked it? Ten years ago, on the beach? You didn’t run off and never speak to me again because I was terrible?”

She laughs. “Well back then I had nothing to compare it to. You were my first. But since then, well... Nobody else ever quite lived up to you.”

My whole world implodes and expands back out again like a demolition and rebuild all in one. I was her first! I can’t even fucking compute.

“Mia...” I get lost trying to work out what else to say.

She rolls to her side and grins up at me. “Luke, do not-just-the-rebound guys sleep over? Because I’d really like a cuddle.”

Fuck my life!

What can I do but pull back the sheet and get in behind her? She snuggles back against me and, while I’m too tired to be in agony now, I know without a doubt I’m going to wake up in torment with that perfect ass pressed against my groin the way it is.

I know it and I do not care.

There’s no place I’d rather be than right here right now.

FOURTEEN

Mia

The first thing I notice when I wake up is the warmth. That’s unusual. I’m a restless sleeper. Usually, I wake up cold, having flung the doona off me in the night.

The second thing I notice is the firm body pressed against mine and the arm and leg draped over me. That and the smell. I’m nuzzled against Luke’s warm bare chest. When I inhale, the scent of lacquer and smoke and earthy masculinity fill my senses. The same gorgeous smell from the jumper I’ve been wearing around the house ever since I got to Rosella Bay, multiplied by ten.

I can’t even feel bad about snuggling up to him and taking up half of his side of the bed, too. With his arm and leg capturing me, I’ve got no hope of escape. So I just lay there and bask in it for a while.

I’m just appreciating the light covering of hair over Luke’s chest and the way his nipples are small and brown, when he sucks in a breath. Beneath the boxer briefs he’s wearing, his cock jumps against my hip.

And he groans.

His grip around me tightens, drawing me closer. I squirm at the feel of his hard erection.

You’d think I wasn’t just cumming for him hours ago, loving the way he called me sweet names and encouraged me.

“Mmm, Mia, why did you let me stay here? It’s not going to be easy letting go of you now I’ve woken up like this.”

“Sorry.” I try to move away, but he pushes me onto my back and somehow I end up with him between my legs.

“Did I say I was going to let you go, huh?” A small movement of his hips has his cock grinding against me and I gasp. He feels amazing. The weight of him. The smell, the thick bulge between my thighs.

God, I’m making a mess of the fresh panties I put on after our play last night.

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