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I’m still blown away by his confession.

But it only makes me more certain that I want to do this with him.

“I’m dying to be inside you, but we can wait.” One large hand strokes my back gently while the other squeezes my hip. “I can lick you, make you come on my fingers. I’d do that anyway because I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste, but it doesn’t have to be sex. Even if I just hold you all night, I’ll be happy.”

He presses a tender kiss to my lips, and it confirms his sincerity.

“What do you want, Princess?” The nickname is whispered so reverently, my heart squeezes.

I’m quickly falling for him. I imagine sex will only make my feelings more intense. Am I ready for that?

Yes.

“No more waiting. Rhys Spencer, you will put your dick inside me tonight. Pinkie promise.” I lift my pinkie up between us.

With an amused smile, Rhys hooks his pinkie in mine.

CHAPTER 51

Rhys

With the hook of our pinkies, our fate is sealed. I’m going to have Lettie tonight and it’s going to mean something.

It’s going to meaneverything.

My heart thumps wildly in my chest.

Fuck. I’m nervous.

I can’t remember another time I’ve been nervous to touch a woman. It’s always come easily. Smooth. But ever since that night I first touched her, after I proposed, something has shifted.

Because you care about her.

It took me nearly an hour after I left the hotel to pinpoint why I ran. Once I realized it was because I wanted more with Lettie, I knew an apology and an explanation wouldn’t be enough. I needed to show her.

I spent the last two and a half hours shopping, and transforming my bedroom into a place worthy of Lettie.

My arms tighten around her, pulling her close until our bodies are flush.

“Again, I’m sorry for earlier.” I turn, burying my face in her hair to suck in her familiar scent. Fuck. I love that I can do that now without an excuse.

“I’m sorry, too.” Her voice is soft.

I pull back to look at her. “For what?”

“For making you strip naked in my hallway.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right. I’m not.” A laugh bursts from her throat, but in the next second, she’s serious again. “I am sorry for pressuring you. For assuming that because of your history you would have sex with just about anyone who asked.”

“You’re notjust anyone.” I kiss along her jaw.

Her hands find my hair. I expect her to guide me to her mouth, but she uses her grip to pull me back until we’re staring into each other’s eyes again.

“And you’re not just a guy to lose my virginity to and get it over with. You’re Rhys.MyRhys.” Her fingers dance along my cheek. “I want it to be you, because ofyou, but I didn’t know how to say it. I thought if I made it a big deal, I’d freak you out.”

I smile at her confession because it strips away the insecurity of her only seeing me as a guy good for this task, not as the man she truly wants.

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