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“Okay.”

I run my thumb gently across her cheek, then down her jaw. “I’m not going to rush you.”

She exhales shakily. “I don’t want slow. I just wantyou.”

I brace myself over her, and her legs fall apart. I trail kisses over her chest, pushing my hand up her vest and cupping her breast. She inhales sharply, her eyes fluttering closed as I roll her nipple between my fingers. Her breathing becomes laboured as I push her top up, and she lifts it over her head, dropping it to the floor. I stare down at her breasts, running my tongue over my lower lip. “Perfect,” I mutter, lowering my mouth to her nipple and sucking it into my mouth. Her back arches from the bed and her fingers run into my hair, tugging gently at the roots as she relaxes into the mattress.

I push onto my knees and her eyes shoot open. She watches as I lift the hoody over my head and throw it to the ground. And as I push my damp boxers away, her eyes widen. “Can Itouchyou?” she asks, her words sounding breathless.

I nod, rolling onto my back. Emmie stands, removing the shorts and kicking them off. Then she kneels beside me on the bed, her expression unsure and nervous. I gently run my fingers up her side. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

She nods. “I want to. I just don’t know how.”

“Do whatever feels right,” I say. “This is what I like,” I add, taking her hand and wrapping it around my erection. She watches, her brow furrowed in concentration as I place my hand over hers and begin to move it up and down. I inhale, my eyes tracing every freckle on her face, absorbing every blush.

“I’ve never doneanything,” she says, her eyes not quite meeting mine.

“You’re doing amazing,” I reassure her.

“Can I-” she takes a breath. “With my mouth.”

“If you want to do that. You don’t have to.”

She smiles, nodding. “I want to.” I watch in amazement as she lowers her mouth and gently licks the bead of pre-cum. She screws her nose up at the taste, and I laugh, stroking a hand down her hair. She tries again, this time sucking the tip, and swirling her tongue around it like it’s a lollipop. I gasp, my entire body jerking as I fight the urge to come.

She spends some time exploring. Licking, kissing, sucking until I can’t take it anymore and drag her to lay down.

“My turn,” I say with a wicked grin.

Chapter Twelve

Emmie

He kisses me like he’s trying to tell me something without words. Like if he holds me close enough, he can make it easier to breathe. I don’t look away when his eyes trace every inch of my skin as though he’s memorising it. I don’t flinch when his hands settle on my waist, warm and careful, like I might break.

This is really happening.I thought I’d be scared. I thought I’d freeze or panic or change my mind. But I’m not. I’m calm. Nervous, sure. But not afraid. Because it’s him. Because this doesn’t feel like some reckless moment I’ll regret.

It feels right.

His lips trail over my skin, his tongue leaving a damp path as he moves down my body, settling between my legs. He slides his hands up each thigh, spreading them wider. I almost cover myself, almost slam them closed again. Not because I don’t want this, but because I have no idea what he’s about to do and then I cry out in surprise as he drags his warm tongue over my opening.I lift my head, watching as he does it a second time, lapping at me hungrily. Then his thumb presses against me, putting enough pressure on that sweet bundle of nerves as he moves it in small circles.

My hands grip the sheets just so I have something to ground me as he continues to torture me with his thumb. And then I feel a slight pressure as he pushes a finger inside. With the thumb still rubbing, the slight uncomfortable feeling is soon replaced with something else. Something hot.

He checks again, murmurs my name like a question. I nod; eyes locked on his. “I want this. I wantyou.”

He moves slow, slower than I expected. Like he’s giving me time to change my mind. Like he’s listening even when I don’t speak.

A warm feeling grows in my stomach, almost like a glow getting brighter with each flick of his finger. And then he stops, crawling back up my body and settling himself between my legs. We’re both breathless now and his eyes sparkle as they stare into mine. “We don’t have to go all the way,” he pants, and I feel his erection pressing against me.

I wriggle, and he groans, dropping his head to my chest. I smile, running my fingers lazily through his damp hair. “Please, Kai. I want this.”

He gives a slight nod then leans over me to pull open the bedside cabinet drawer. He retrieves a condom, but I don’t question how he knows it’s there. Instead, I watch intently as he opens it and rolls it on like a pro.

He grins, taking my nipple in his mouth, making me forget any questions I have as his tongue works like magic. I’m so lost, I don’t immediately feel the sting as he pushes at my entrance. It’s not sharp, but it’s enough for me to catch my breath. I falter, bracing myself in case the pain gets worse, and Kai senses it, pausing. For a second, shame tries to creep in.Is this normal?Am I doing something wrong?But then he looks at me brushing the hair from my cheek. “You okay?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

I nod, and I mean it. “Yeah.”Because I am.Because in this moment, I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.

He moves again, this time soothing me with words as the burning sensation intensifies. And suddenly, I feel too full, and he finally stops, panting with his eyes screwed shut.

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