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Harder. I’m ready for it harder, faster, but I’m not sure how to tell him, so I deepen our kiss, hoping he’ll get the message. I’m sweating and so is he, our damp bodies sliding against each other, and I wish this could go on forever. But I’m not going to last that long. My insides grip him so tightly it’s a struggle for him to move inside me.

“Baby, I need you to come for me, okay?” he pleads as he pulls back from my mouth. “It will last longer next time, I swear.”

I whimper because I’m there, now, and it’s so much more intense with him inside of me. My back is arcing off the bed so hard I’d be afraid my spine was going to snap if I could think straight. My fingers dig into his muscular shoulders, probably hurting him, but he doesn’t complain.

“Come in me, Landen,” I say because I want to feel him pour himself into my pulsating walls—I want him to be a part of me even after this is over. It’s reckless and insane, and if my last EKG hadn’t said what it did I would never do something so impulsive, but who knows what our relationship will be like after this.

“Layla—”

“Please. I-Ineedit.”

He doesn’t answer as his neck veins bulge and he squeezes me so tightly it’s painful but in the best kind of way. I’m flung over the edge into bliss-filled rapture, shuddering and shivering on my way out of into and out the darkness. He thrusts into me once more, and I feel it. Searing and filling the inside of me in scorching bursts.

The sensation sets off a series of aftershocks and I’m clenching and tightening around him, rhythmically pulling him in deeper as he comes.

“Look at me,” I say softly, wanting him to open his eyes so we can have this shared memory. “Please.”

His previously green eyes are so dark with his dilated pupils that they’re practically black as he releases everything he has into me. “You’re mine, Layla,” he whispers when he finishes and eases down on top of me, never once breaking our eye contact. “Your mine.”

I nod because he’s right. Partially. I am his. Until my secrets ruin both of us. “I know,” I whisper back, wishing I could promise to be his forever.

Layla’sbody should be sculpted and displayed in a museum somewhere.

She’s dozing in and out, lying on her stomach next to me with her slender arms tucked under her and a peaceful smile on her lips. Her dark comforter is pulled up to her waist but not far enough that I can’t see the perfect curve where her back dips and rises at the top of her divine ass. I held her for a while afterward, but we were both burning up, so she rolled away from me.

It was her first time and she seems content, happy even. Hell, she’s practically in a coma, so I’m feeling pretty good about myself. But as much as I enjoyed releasing myself inside of her, I’m all jittery and wound up with emotion. Like I’m the one who just gave up my virginity. In a way, I guess I did.

I’ve had sex before. Layla knows that. But what I didn’t tell her was that I’d never actually made love to anyone. Never done anything more than screw whatever random girl I was dating at the time, and not really even all that well, because I never gave a shit before. It’s been over a year since I’ve slept with anyone. There’s been no one else since I met Layla, so it’s a wonder I lasted as long as I did.

And I damn sure never went in without a condom on. Ever.

Just the memory of sinking into Layla’s tightness, the perfect fit of her warm, wet opening around my dick, is enough to make me hard all over again. And looking into her eyes, her voice pleading with me to come inside of her, I was so gone—beyond reason, beyond sense. So totally and completely bound to this girl. And what’s worse, I’m goddamnthrilledabout it. And terrified, because I have to tell her how I ended up here and why. I should’ve already told her. Maybe it’s too late now.

I let go of the breath I’ve been holding, hoping it will take some of the tension in my chest with it. No such luck.

“Was it okay for you?” Layla’s sleepy voice asks, tearing me from my thoughts.

“Is that a serious question?” I turn over on my side to face her. “Because pizza is okay. Hell, perfectly cooked steak is okay. That was…that was not even in the same universe asokay.”

Her smug little grin calms my nerves and eases the tension from before, though it tightens some other vital parts of me. “Mm.”

“Was it okay for you?” I ask, running my hand gently down her arm and hoping she’s not too sore.

“Mmhm,” she murmurs. “Milkshakes are okay, Landen, and I love milkshakes, but that was…that was extra cherries and chocolate syrup and warm caramel and—”

My laughter cuts her off, and three words I’ve been dying to tell her catch in my throat. But until she knows the truth, I can’t burden her with that. Before I lose myself in thoughts of the many ways I can royally fuck this up, she leans forward and presses her mouth to mine.

“Is it normal that I already want to do it again?” she asks against my lips.

“Who the hell cares about normal?” I reach out, pulling her still naked body onto mine.

“What if I can never get enough?” she asks just before she slips her moist tongue into my mouth.

“Hmm,” I groan against her lips. “I’m sure we could work something out. I’m not going anywhere.”I won’t leave you like before, swear to God.

My words must be enough to reassure her because her eyes flash with mischief and she grins. “Won’t they miss you at the scrimmage tomorrow?”

“Nah, I’ll be too drained to play anyways.”