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He looked at mewarily.
“What?” Iasked.
“Dani. We talked aboutthis.”
I picked at the couch. “Okay, so can I saysomething?”
“Sure.”
“I’ve been doing somethinking.”
“Okay.”
“First, you don’t have to do anything. You can just let me holdyou.”
Henodded.
“Second, you have to know that you make my pulse run at gallop speed every time I seeyou.”
He closed his eyes as if I were feeding him something that made him whole. Then he opened them and gazed at me with a passion I felt between my legs. “Same.”
“And third? You matter tome.”
His eyes widened, and he didn’t sayanything.
“You, Trent Milner, matter to me. I am goddamn attracted to you, and I have been for years. Four years ago in the pizza parlor, I knew I was gonna miss you. I wanted you then, and I want you even more now. As soon as I bumped into you in the hallway at school and saw your amazing smile light up my life again, I knew you were theone.”
“You’re letting me in,” hewhispered.
I took a deep breath and made the decision. Certainly, I wasn’t keeping him out. And this scared the fuck out of me. But I couldn’t nod more vigorously if Itried.
“Yes.”
In a nanosecond, he picked me up under my knees and neck and set me down gently on my bed, unbuckled his belt, slid off his jeans, and climbed behind me, spooning me. I sighed in his arms. Then, I turned over and kissed him, open-eyed, open-mouthed.
He groaned. “I have dreamed about this for so long, you have no idea. I need aminute.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea. Just holdme.”
I turned back and let him hold me for a very long time, his lips at the back of myneck.
No sirens tonight, only the calm breeze and the murmur of a summer’snight.
His boner pressed me in the back, though. But I’d give him histime.
After a while, he lifted his head, turned me over, and kissed me. An exploratory kiss. One that said he was being gentle, and wanted comfort. One that said he needed to be held. He needed to betouched.
I’d give him allthat.
I tugged at his shirt from the back. “This needs to come off.” Tugging it, he lifted it over his head, letting me see his sculptedchest.
His heartbeat pounded so hard I could hearit.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You seem like you’re gonnaburst.”
“Now that I’m here, I want it to be good, but I don’t know that I have it inme.”
“Then make it be good the second time,” I saidcheekily.
