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“You can’t.” Her brows furrow. I slide my thumb over one until she relaxes. “I’ve never told anyone.”

“You mentioned it that night I walked you home, honey.” My hand is at her hair, brushing it out of her face. Caitlin’s eyes widen with surprise, but I continue before she says anything. “But you also have to know that Trey told me after I signed up for the app. He suspected he knew why I did it and wanted me to know the kind of fight I had on my hands. Are you mad at him? Or me for not telling you sooner?”

Her lips press together at that. She’s so adorably cute even while she’s thinking. “Well, no. I suppose it saves me from having to think about it.”

“Someday, I want to hear all about it from you, and more about your parents, but not today, okay? Let’s not ruin this perfect beginning with an upsetting past.”

She’s silent for a beat, turns her head so her lips press against my shoulder. The softness of her lips, the feel of her body, has everything below the waist sparking and sizzling to life. My dick likes the idea of being inside of her so much.

“I’ll let it go for now,” she says, whispering, and her tone has taken that pained one from last night, and I know where she’s going but she says it before I can move us off this subject. “I want you to know, there’s been no one since you.”

I expel a breath, hold her tight, and roll us so she’s on top of me. Her legs spread wide, straddling my waist, and my dick is now so hard it’s already seeking entrance into her.

“Oh,” she gasps, and her hands curl into my shoulders. Her face is so close to mine I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her toward me. “I like knowing that, honey. I do, but—”

“Were you safe with her?” She chews on her bottom lip.

“Always.” Every time. “I still want to get tested first.” She deserves it.

“I trust you, Jonas. But this…I want to have this.Allof you.”

Oh Jesus. My dick jumps, presses against the crease of her ass, and good God, a woman wanting that from me, I’ve never even considered it. The last thing I’d needed was a little Reeves running around before I was ready, and now I know, I’ve been waiting for Caitlin my entire life.

“Caitlin, we can wait.” I’m losing my fight on my self-control, though. Her ass is rubbing against me, and her nipples, a dark pink and so perfect, are already hardening, showing her excitement. Her wetness slides against me, and damn it all, I’m totally giving in.

“Please, Jonas.” Her tone is pleading. Begging. She whimpers as I grip her ass, rub her against me, and at the same time, I’m already wrapping my hand around my dick. Sliding it through her folds.

“Yes,” she sighs and she presses her mouth to mine.

“Fuck,” I groan, as I take her. Her mouth and her pussy. I slide into her slowly, and there has never been anything more beautiful in my life than this moment.

Caitlin is spread out on top of me, her red hair a tangled curtain around us, and as we make love, it’s only she and I, blocking out the rest of the world.

Her cute little needy sounds quicken, and I roll us. The first time I cum inside of her I want to be able to see every expression of her face. Have my hands on her tits. My mouth on hers, claiming her in a way I’ve never felt so desperate for. We find our rhythm instantly, like our bodies were made to be joined, and I can’t take my eyes off her. The way her lids flutter. The way her jaw clenches as I hit that perfect spot inside of her. And, damn. Ungloved is the only way to go for the rest of my life. She feels incredible and her body was made for me.

Caitlin is made for me.

Her hips arch. Mine roll as I slam deep inside. I can’t get deep enough, and my thrusts become more frantic, like I’m trying to find her soul through my dick. I can’t get close enough, and I fall to my elbows, take her mouth right as her climax hits. She pulses around me and it’s not long before I’m following her, swallowing her cries while she takes my groans and my weight, all of me inside her.

“Goodness,” she whispers. She’s panting. My heart is thundering against my chest. My body is sweaty, and her hands feel so damn good as she swipes them up and down my back. I could stay like this for the rest of my day, my life, and never feel like I’m missing out on anything.

“I love you.” I kiss her with my admission, and she squeezes me from the inside as she wraps her trim legs around my hips.

“I love you, too.”

I slide my lips across her jaw. Her throat. And, damn. With her heat around me, her body beneath me, I can’t think of anything except how much I love her, and so I tell her again, and again, kissing my way across her collarbone, her shoulder, everywhere I can reach, worshipping her the way I’ve wanted to do for what feels like an eternity.

It’s just she and I, cocooned in my bed, the only sounds our breaths and our whispers as we find round two, moving even slower, taking our time, and when we’re done and she’s curled in my arms, tired again already, there’s only one thing on my mind.

And that’s her bare finger I’m sliding a ring on as soon as I can.

Her phone rings, and she cringes as she reaches for her phone. “It’s Trey, and it’s late. He’s probably wondering where I am.”

I cover her hand with mine before she can answer it. “Take the day off. Spend it with me.”

She curls until she’s facing me, blush on her cheeks and a smile stretching wide. “All day? Doing this?”

“No.” I take her hand and slide my thumb over her left ring finger. Now that the thought has taken hold, it’s sprouting roots and growing fast. “No, but maybe later. I want us to get dressed and go to a store, pick out your engagement ring.”

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