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She bites her lip. “Not even a little.”

I run my hands up her thighs, thumbs brushing under the edge of her top. “Then let me see you.”

She nods once, slow. Then she unhooks her bra.

And I forget how to breathe.

Because there she is—bare skin, flushed cheeks, hair tumbling loose around her shoulders.

Not posing. Not performing.

Justher.

“Holy hell,” I breathe. “You’re beautiful.”

She leans down, presses her forehead to mine, and whispers, “Then show me.”

And I do.

Slow. Intentional.

Hands and mouths, enough to leave us both aching.

Wanting.

And wondering what the hell we’ve just started.

Chapter Twenty

Rilee

Caleb kisses me like I’m the only thing in the world he wants.

And I think I’ve stopped pretending I don’t want him back.

I push all the noise from my brain, pissing off my brother, Hunter…the fact that I’m moving to California in a few months…

Right now it’s just me. And him. A whole lot of attraction. And this ridiculously adorable blanket fort he built forme.

I run my hands over his shoulders, down the expanse of his chest, memorizing the way his skin feels under my fingertips. I can still taste the popcorn on his lips. Still feel his pulse racing like mine.

“This was really cute,” I murmur against his mouth. “The fort. The snacks. All of it.”

He grins, breath catching. “I was trying to impress you.”

“You did,” I say, kissing him again.

His mouth stills on mine. “Are you sure about this?”

My heart skips. I nod. “Do you have a condom?” I whisper against his lips.

He pauses—just for a second.

“You sure?” he asks, voice low, one hand still curved around my waist, his lips a millimeter from mine.

I nod again. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this. I wantyou.”

That’s all he needs.

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