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His mouth popped open, delicate and wordless, his eyelashes flitting, pupils blown, inviting me to explore their sultry depths. His tongue darted out to wet his pink lips.

It was the acknowledgment I needed.

I caressed my lips onto his, so soft and warm, our hot breath heating the lessening space between us. It was the most delicate, tentative kiss I'd ever given anyone.

Jamal moaned and ran his hands into my hair. I moved my hand from his face to the back of his neck and let the heat in my core completely consume me. A similar spark lit up Jamal. Our kiss morphed from soft and careful to frantic and hungry, an ebb and flow of attack and retreat.

Jamal moved his hand onto my side and shoved me toward his centre. I interpreted the demand and shifted my body until I was on top of him. He broke from our runaway kiss.

"Just be careful of my legs," he whispered against my lips.

I moved my legs to be on either side of his. "Is that good?"

"Perfect." He stroked my cheek then encouraged me back to lose ourselves in a desperation I'd hoped and dreamed would be there. An urgency that meant this was real.

I undulated my hips, my hard cock thrusting against him.

I felt firmness growing beneath me.

I stopped kissing Jamal, my mind screeching to a halt, and looked down at him.

"Are you getting hard?" It was a stupid question. Of course, he was getting hard. I could feel his thickening cock … I just didn't understand it. Hadn't anticipated it.

He held my face in both hands.

His brow furrowed. "You didn't think I could?"

The truth was, "No. I thought you wouldn't be able to."

I could see tears begin to pool in his eyes. "And yet you kissed me anyway?" He sucked in a shuddering breath andheld my face tightly, brushing his thumbs up and down over my cheekbones, his eyes wide. "You decided to date me, believing I wouldn't be able to participate fully in sex?"

"Jamal … you're so much more than your cock. Of course, I want to date you."

His eyes could no longer contain the tears. They streamed down his cheeks and into his ears. I'd stunned him. And he'd left me feeling as if he didn't quite understand me.

He must have read my face.

"I'm sorry," Jamal said. "I'm an asshole for thinking it would matter to you." He ducked his gaze away. "There are differences, though. The main one being it takes my cock a long time."

Not a problem.

"I'm going to appreciate being able to take my time with you." I brushed some hair off his forehead. "I want to meet you where you are … always. You've become so precious to me."

"Fuck, Liam." Jamal jammed his fingers into the hair at my nape and hauled me back onto his lips. Eventually, we had to slow things down. I still had naan to cook.

After dinner, my naan a hit, we went back to Jamal's room where we lay on the bed and intertwined our bodies, holding one another.

He fit perfectly in my arms.

Chapter Ten | Jamal

It had been so long since I'd been embraced like Liam was holding me. Richard had been the last and that had been almost two years ago. I tucked my face against Liam's cheek, thrilled by the feel of his bristles on my skin. His muscular shoulder made for a hard pillow—but I didn't care.

I traced my fingers up and down his shirt.

"My birth mother was fifteen when she had me," Liam said. I stopped trailing my fingers and then started again. "My birth father wanted nothing to do with us.Erikwas about to graduate high school and had plans to leave town and attend university. A girlfriend and kid didn't play into it."

I decided to stay silent and let him talk.

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