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I don’t wait for a response before I press my mouth to hers, showing her how much this means to me—showing her how it feels to finally let go.

Caroline parts her lips, allowing me to dive deeper as our kiss goes from silky and sensual to frantic and desperate, like we’re making up for lost time.

My hand runs down her spine as our tongues collide and tangle, speaking without needing to say anything at all.

Her breath catches as I tug her flush against my chest, letting her feel what she does to me—the way my body needs her just as much as my soul does.

“Wes,” she whispers against my lips as her fingers tangle through my hair. “Thank you for leaving the porch light on.”

I want to keep kissing her, to keep tasting her and savoring every little thing she gives me. But this moment shouldn’t be about urgency, so I force myself to pull back and look at her.

“There’s no need to thank me.” I stroke the soft line of her jaw with my thumb. “I made you a promise, did I not?”

Caroline's lips curve into a small, grateful smile. “You did. But I want you to know how much I appreciate your patience.”

I nod confidently, acting like there weren’t days when doubt took over and made me wonder if we might always be on two different wavelengths.

“What changed your mind?” I ask, even though the answer doesn’t matter.

The only thing that matters is that I have her now. And I’m never letting her go.

She purses her lips, like she’s trying to find the right words. “I think my fear of being without you became bigger than my fear of not being what you and Carter need.”

Her admission feels like the final piece in the puzzle of our relationship. I’ve never been able to shake the need to protect her, to keep her safe from anything that might hurt her. But now I realize she was doing the same thing—trying to protect me from what she thought she couldn’t give me. All this time, she’s been holding herself back because she couldn’t see what I do.

“You are the only thing we need, princess.”

I press her head against my chest, holding her as tight as I can.

Caroline exhales quietly, her breath warm against my neck. For a moment neither one of us speaks as we simmer in silence filled with relief and deep understanding. It feels like this is the shift that we’ve both been waiting for—the one where everything finally falls into place.

Eventually she chuckles, breaking the tension just like I’ve come to expect from her. “When you texted me the picture of Carter, I felt so guilty for not seeing him in his costume that I ran out of Morgan’s house before I could even change out of this ridiculous costume she bought for me.”

I laugh softly, brushing my lips against the top of her head. “Ridiculous isn’t the word I’d use . . . more like sexy as fuck.”

I need to remember to thank our petite friend for the purchase, and also ask her for the link so that I can purchase many more just like it. Sheer grit and willpower are the onlythings that have allowed me to focus for the past hour because the way the thin fabric hugs her skin and shows off her curves is entrancing.

My hands trail down her back, coming to rest on the barely-covered flesh of her round ass.

“This stays on when I fuck you for the first time, got it?” I murmur into her ear.

Caroline’s breath catches but she rears back, batting her dark eyelashes innocently. “Don’t you mean when I fuckyoufor the first time?”

Chapter 34

Caroline

Weston’s hazel eyes blow wide, and I have to roll my lips to stop myself from bursting out in laughter. When I said that I wanted to fuck him, I meant that I wanted to be the one in control—I wanted to be on top. But judging from the look on his face, I’m pretty sure he thinks I meant using a strap-on, or something.

“Uh—” he stammers, trying to decide if I’m serious.

“What? You don’t think I can be a domme?” I drag a single finger down his chest, enjoying the way he tenses beneath my touch. “How small-minded of you.”

Huh . . . maybe I could be into this.

Weston gives me a skeptical look as he watches my hand disappear between us. “I think you can do anything you put your mind to, princess.”

“But?” I ask, cupping his sizable erection in my hand.

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