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I don’t think Luke will make me feel like a burden either. I feel peaceful when I’m talking to him, like he would never judge me. And I love how he’s been with Ruby.

“That’s a lot to take on when you were, what, twenty-one? I couldn’t have done it,” he says, pulling me closer to his side. “You must have missed out on so much.”

“No one thinks they can do it until they have to,” I say, leaning into his pull. “I did, but I feel like I’m starting to make up for it now.”

With that, he smiles down at me before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. It’s a slow tentative touch, before he opens his mouth to mine and mine to him. The kiss grows more exploratory, but still gentle, before he pulls away, looking at me with stars in his eyes.

“Wow. It’s never been like that for me before. Wow,” he says again, looking back down at me.

“Me neither,” I reply, breaking eye contact and looking down at my lap before saying, “It’s never been like anything for me before. That was my first kiss.”

He pulls my chin up, cupping it in the curve between his index finger and thumb. “Good,” he says, staring right into my soul. “I don’t want you to have anything less than perfect, anything but me,” he says sternly. I should be taken aback by his words, how possessive they are, what theymean. But I can’t feel anything but joy. Joy that I walked into him earlier, that I locked my keys in my car, and that he insisted on driving me here. All of that led to this perfect moment in a perfect, messy day.

“Is that okay? Or does that scare you?” he asks gruffly, still holding my chin, pinning me with his deep blue stare.

“It does scare me,” I whisper. “But I think I want that too.” With that, he releases my chin before pushing me back against the couch and hovering over me.

“Let me show you how perfect we can be,” he says before once again lowering his mouth to mine.

Am I in heaven?

Chapter Four

Luke

I lower my mouth to Tessa’s, and she opens to me, more eager, more sure of herself than our first kiss just a few minutes ago. I feel so sure of us, and I think she’s starting to see it too. I want her to know how serious I am about us being together, how sure I have been since the first day I saw her last August when she came into the brewery, quietly crying at the bar as she waited for Ava. I know I’ll need to ask her about it at some point, but now I just want to focus on making her feel good.

Our kiss grows stronger, our tongues pushing and mouth pulling against each other. We’re barely coming up for air and when we briefly pull apart, she looks sheepish.

“You’re doing so well, blondie,” I say, stroking her golden waves before lowering my hips between her legs. She gasps as she feels how hard I am against her center. “See, you’ve gotten me all worked up just from that.” She smiles at that before pulling my mouth to hers once again. I love that her confidence is building so quickly, I want to keep doing that for her, make her feel more secure in the world.

I move my mouth to her neck, and she involuntarily grinds against me, clearly looking for some kind of friction, some kind of relief. She’s still wearing the denim shirt dress she wore towork, but it has ridden up her thighs, exposing her lacy pink underwear to me.

“Do you wear panties like this every day?” I ask her between kisses.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly, “they make me feel good about myself.”

“Good. You should always feel good about yourself,” I say, grinding into her center once again. I can feel how warm and damp her core is through my jeans and it’s making me desperate to touch her, to taste her.

“Ready for more?” I ask her after a moment. She looks nervous but nods.

“I need to hear you say it,” I say.

“Yes. I want to try more,” she says assuredly.

“More it is,” I say, lifting myself off of her. “I’ve been dying to taste you. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters. “Will you let me know if I’m doing anything wrong?”

“You could never do anything wrong, baby. Now, let me see you,” I motion for her to sit up and she peels off her dress, revealing a pink bralette that perfectly matches her underwear. I nearly drool at the sight; she’s the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen. Like a curvy Barbie doll.

“You’re perfect,” I say, reaching for her panties to roll the pretty pink lace down her hips. I pull the scrap of fabric off fromaround her ankle and spread her legs apart with my hands, unveiling an equally pretty pink pussy, wet and ready for me. Without another word, I dive headfirst into her.

I stroke my tongue up her slit and she squirms at the sensation.

“Relax, baby, you taste so sweet,” I say. My words seem to calm her. She looks down at me with adoration instead of nerves and I take that as my chance to really taste her. I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing the sensitive bud before moving my tongue to her entrance. She gasps at the sensation, and I drown in her taste, her movements her sounds.

I move my thumb to her clit, pressuring the button as I work my tongue inside of her.

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