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Alyssa notices my hesitation. “Shane, you’re killing me. I get it—you don’t want to rush things. It’s sweet, so sweet, and also unnecessary. We met almost a year ago. We’ve beendatingfor three weeks. I know what it’s like to be with you. I want that again. I miss it.”
I nearly groan because I feel the same damn way. “Baby, I want you, too. But I also want you to know it’s not just physical. I thought if we took the time to date, really get to know each other, you’d see I’m all in on this. I don’t just want you in my bed, sunshine. I want you in my life.”
Alyssa’s eyes dart back and forth as she studies mine. “I know that, Shane. You don’t have to prove it to me.”
“I know. It’s just… It feels like I’ve known you for so long, and yet every day, I discover something new and then I feel like I know nothing. It’s stupid. I know.”
“It’s not stupid. It’s true. That’s what dating is. Getting to know things you otherwise wouldn’t. And with us, you know what matters. Everything else will come with time.”
“For someone who hasn’t dated much, you sure as hell make a lot of sense.”
Her lips turn up into a wry grin. “I’m learning. And so you will. The important thing is that we learn together.”
“I’ve never been a good teacher, but I’m willing to try for you.”
She pokes my shoulder, ignoring my teasing. “Plus, you’re being cruel.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“I’m new at this. You’ve had the whole damn buffet; I’ve only had a taste.”
“I wouldn’t say I’ve had the whole buffet,” I tell her, unsure of how open I’m supposed to be here.
There must be something in my expression, because Alyssa wraps her arms around my neck. “Shane, I don’t care who or how many women you were with before me. I don’t need to know. I don’t want to. I’m just happy I have you now.”
Crisis averted. Not that I was sleeping my way through Atlanta, but I was a young, single bachelor.
I brush her hair away from her face. “I’m all yours. For as long as you want me.”
Rich, dark-chocolate eyes watch me with burning desire. “It feels like I’ve wanted you for so long, Shane. And I know it’s my fault, for denying what was between us for so long. Please. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Hell, even if I wanted to, the heat in her expression sends all resistance flying out the window. As much as it’s killed me to keep her at arm’s length when it comes to sex, it’s so worth it to know she’s been wanting this as much as I have. The anticipation was well worth it.
“I won’t. God, sunshine, you have no idea how hard it’s been not to fuck you every night you’ve been in my bed.”
Relief washes over her expression right before a smirk crosses her lips. “Oh, I know. I’ve experienced the same longing. And now you have to make it up to me by fucking me all night long.”
Like I’d ever say no to that.
Alyssa takes a step back from me, her eyes never leaving mine. She walks backward, removing her shirt and tossing it to the side. I sit here, riveted in my spot as I watch the show. When she gets to the edge of the kitchen, she’s left in only a tiny lacy bra and an even smaller pair of panties. She crooks her finger, beckoning for me to follow, then disappears down the hall.
Like a love-struck fool, I follow without word or thought, removing my own clothing until I’m in only my boxers. I find her in my bedroom, her hip resting against the nightstand next to my bed. The vision of her takes my breath away. I’m captivated by the contrast of tan skin and the light blue of her lingerie. I want to explore every inch of her, and I’m not quite sure where to start.
“The feeling’s mutual,” she says, pulling me from my trance.
Alyssa walks to me, and I pull her into my arms, my hands sliding down until they rest on the curve of her ass. She rises and I capture her mouth with the same hungry urgency I’ve been feeling for weeks. Hands roam and tongues wage war as we explore each other with a desperation I’ve never felt in my life. It’s like I can’t get enough. I won’t ever be able to get enough, but I’ll give it my damnedest to try.
Her breasts crush against my chest, and I have the sudden urge for there to be nothing between us. Even though I don’t want to stop touching her, I want her bare. I reach behind her back, unclasp her bra, then step back to let it fall between us.
The sight of Alyssa’s bare breasts unleashes the short rein I had on my desire. I cup each one, my fingertips taking on a mind of their own. Her eyes flutter closed when my lips close around one nipple and I suck until it hardens. I take my time, moving back and forth between each breast, until Alyssa’s squirming, panting. The reaction has my cock straining against my boxers, and as much as I want to savor her, it’s been far too long since I’ve been inside her.
With one last kiss to each breast, I sink to my knees in front of my woman. My fingers hook on the sides of her panties. I slide them down her smooth legs slowly, and she steps out of them. My hands caress their way back up her legs, seeking the warmth between them. She opens them as soon as my fingers hit wetness.
I cup her pussy with my hand, thrilled at how fucking wet she is. I want to thrust my cock into the warm, wet heat of her. Instead, I use one finger to probe her entrance, teasing her with just the tip. Her hands come to my shoulders, where she digs her fingertips into my skin. She holds on tighter when I use my thumb to massage her clit, rubbing it with soft circular strokes until she’s moaning.
“Harder,” she insists, impatiently thrusting her hips into my face.
She’s watching me with hooded eyes. Her bottom lip is sucked in between her teeth, and the sight of flushed cheeks, her arched back, and her pelvis tilted toward as me she tries to grind against my hand nearly undoes me.
