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“No!” I immediately turned so I was directly facing him, then tried to dial it back. “I mean, if you’d rather, I understand and can get you some blankets. But don’t feel like you have to on my account.”

He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear.

“No, dulzura. I want to be in your bed with you.”

“Good. Because I want that, too. But I think we should wait before we take things any further. You need your rest.”

“I really want to disagree with you.” He moved my palm over his crotch so I could feel his erection. “But I want our first time together to be one you’ll never forget, and I think my performance might be subpar tonight.”

Looking into his cobalt-blue eyes, with one hand on his impressive length while the other rested on his hard chest, I had a difficult time believing sex with him would be anything but cosmic.

But I could wait.

Or so I thought, until I came out of the bathroom and saw him in my queen bed without a shirt on.

Chapter Seven

Sloane

Seeing Ashley walk back in the room wearing black satin pajamas that consisted of nothing but a camisole and shorts that barely covered her ass had my dick hard once again.

I noticed her nipples poking through the material from where I sat up in her bed waiting for her.

Maybe my performance tonight could be above average after all. I had no idea how the hell I was supposed to sleep next to her when I’d rather be in her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered in awe before pulling the covers on her side of the bed back to welcome her next to me.

She clicked the lamp off then nestled into my side like she belonged there—her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach. The sweet smell of her flowery shampoo wafted up to my nose. The satin fabric of her pajamas, along with her silky skin, made my dick leak precum. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt a woman so soft next to me.

I was aching for her hand to move six inches lower, and I slid my hand under her camisole so I could skim my fingers up and down her spine.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she whispered.

We lay there for a few minutes, basking in the contentment of being in each other’s arms.

“I can’t believe I’m actually holding you. Do you know how many times I laid in my cot, dreaming of just this moment?”

“Do you know how many nights I laid in this exact spot, wishing you were here? Probably more than you did.”

“That’s doubtful, sweetness. I wasn’t bullshitting you when I told you that your letters and packages have been the bright spots in my life. Literally. Your pretty pink envelopes and colorful packages stand out against the drab tan all around me.”

She snuggled closer, making me painfully aware of her tits rubbing against my side. “I’m glad I can be that for you.”

“I feel like our relationship is lopsided, though. I mean, I know how I’m benefitting from it, but what do you get out of this?”

Her eyes flashed when she lifted her head to look at me. “Are you kidding me? You’ve become more than just a friend and secret crush; you’re my confidante. You know more about me than most people who’ve known me my entire life. I feel you accept me for who I am—although I’m sorry I didn’t send you a picture of what I look like sooner.”

I felt my blood pressure spike, but tried to contain my snarl when I replied, “While I would have loved to have a picture of your pretty face sooner, you don’t need to be sorry you didn’t send one earlier than you did.”

“I just should have been upfront sooner—before you got invested.”

“Ash, what the hell are you talking about?”

She gestured to the birthmark on her face. “I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“Baby, your imperfections make you even more perfect.”

“You’re not embarrassed to be seen with me?”

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