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My breath is coming hard and fast and my pussy throbs with the need to cum.

Luke turns me, lifting my left leg to wrap around his hips. He braces a hand against the wall behind me, then takes his cock in his other hand to rub slowly through my sex.

Oh, this is a hundred times worse than him stopping. The slow, firm pressure he creates as he circles my clit with the tip of his erection is exquisite torture.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I cling on. It’s all I can do to stay upright. He’s so close to pushing inside, but he never actually does it.

“This pussy is mine, isn’t she?”

I can’t answer him. All I can do is focus on the throb, throb of my clit, which needs far more than this slow glide.

“Are you ready for me to fill up your pretty pussy, Mia?” He bends his knees and comes oh so close to doing just that. “Ready for me to give you what you want?”

“Yes.” That one word feels like it cost me a momentous effort.

He leans close and presses his forehead to mine. “I want it so much, Mia, but you know what I need.”

“What?” I know we talked about this, but right now my brain is scrambled. All I know is if I spend another minute without him buried deep inside me I’m going to cry.

“Need to hear you say you’re over him.”

“I am.” It feels so freeing. The truth is, I’ve been over Oliver for a while. I just couldn’t see it until Luke came back into my life.

He groans. It’s the first sign he’s feeling the same way I’m feeling—like I’ll die if we don’t fuck right now!

“Need to hear you call me your boyfriend.”

I choke on the words he needs to hear. It’s not that I don’t want him. God, I do! But so many things stand in our way. We live in different cities. Our families would never get along, and I’ve been engaged to someone else until a few days ago.

“I—I’m sorry.”

He sighs. I think he’s going to pull away, but he doesn’t. He shifts so his cock isn’t nudging at my entrance and I mourn the loss even as I worry I’ve hurt his feelings. “Luke, I’m sorry.”

“That’s OK, baby.”

“No, really—”

“Shhh.” In a moment he gathers me close again, finding the place I need him with a firm, commanding thumb. He’s moved now, his cock presses against my buttocks and he holds me up with a strong arm around my waist. “Didn’t I say I’d wait as long as you needed?”

“Sorry,” I whisper again.

He rubs backwards and forward again and I’m liquid in his arms, melting back against the cool tiles as he works my body.

“You don’t need to apologise. That’s OK. I’m going to be right here when you are ready. Don’t you worry about that.”

Luke makes me cum three times standing against the shower wall with the water beating down on his back and spraying cool mist on my face. The last time, I’m so strung out I gasp his name and he has to carry me out of the shower and towel me dry.

When I can finally speak, it’s around the thick mass that feels lodged in my throat. “Luke, I didn’t mean I don’t want you.”

He nods seriously, helping me out of the steamy bathroom and into my bedroom. “I know.”

“I just have questions that I have to resolve before I can tell you anything more and I don’t want to say it if it’s not real.”

He cups my cheeks and brings my gaze to his. “I know that. And I know you’d never lie to me just to get what you want. I trust you. You’ll tell me when you’re ready. So trust me to be here when you are.”

The kiss he places on my forehead is soft and tender and everything I need. Somehow, I’m still left feeling like I made a mistake. Like I’d take back the words if I could and repaint that canvas. Because the more he says it’s OK, the less OK about it I feel and the more I feel like maybe I am sure.

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