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Thank goodness she can’t read my mind. Not sure she’ll like my thinking.
“Did he use a condom?”
“No.” The one-word is barely audible.
“No judgment here. We conceived Lennon with an expired one.” Megan’s the only person who knows, but there’s freedom in sharing it with Tate. “Was it your first time?”
“No. Yours?”
“Nope. I should have known better. But, if I could go back and change it, I never would. Lennon’s worth every sacrifice.”
“I feel the same way about Aubrey.” She’s quiet for a few minutes, then her head bobbles. “This is supposed to be adults only. Why are we talking about the kids?”
Needing her closer to me, I tug her into my side, wrapping my arm around her back, my hand landing on her bare ass.
“Can we have sex now? Please? I get you want to take things slowish, but I’m dying here, Tate. Having you naked in your bed, all to myself, makes it hard to think about anything other than burying myself inside you.”
She cocks her head to regard me. “When you put it like that, by all means. Let me hand over my vagina on a silver platter.”
“So that’s a yes?”
Her breath catches.
I can’t be mad. It’s a big step for her. But fuck. I don’t want to feel like it’s a slap in the face, but it does. Maybe I shouldn’t have made it such a huge deal. But the fact of the matter is itisa big deal. Not just for her. It’s the first time since Megan I feel something for a woman, something beyond just sex. I’ve been careful who I’ve slept with since Megan—because like Tate, I couldn’t risk the chance of getting another girl pregnant. I getwhere she’s coming from. So I took every precaution and only had a few one-night stands when a need for sex consumed me.
It’s different with Tate. I want more than one night. I want more than just sex. I want a relationship if she’ll let us.
“Yes, Walsh. It’s a yes.”
So lost in my woes, her answer doesn’t register right away. Not until she scrambles to reach for the condoms.
With one secured between her fingers, she drops it on my chest and lies down. When I don’t move quickly enough for her, she lets out a deep sigh. “Well? Are we doing this or not?”
“Oh hell yes, we’re doing this.”
CHAPTER 22
TATE
Idon’t let Walsh see how terrified I am. Because I am scared shitless of having sex with him. No, scratch that. I’m scared shitless of having sex. It has nothing to do with him. He’s the unlucky guy who gets to deal with my ups and downs, my indecision about this choice.
I could say no. He’d be upset with me for a little while, but he’d get over it. But, it’s not fair to him, and frankly, not what I want.
I may dread the consequences of having sex, but one thing I’m certain of—Walsh. He’s proven he’ll go at my pace. If all he wanted was sex, he would have walked away weeks ago. Or he would have pressured me into doing it before now.
He wants more than sex. He wantsme.
And I want him. I want him in such a way it hurts. Probably not as painful as the erection he’s been sporting for the last hour, but there’s an ache in me soothed only by him. Right now, sex with him.
Hell, he even promised he’d make it good for me. When I gagged on his dick and he didn’t push me to continue, his personality shone through. I shudder at the memory. I barely had it in my mouth.
“Earth to Tate.” His voice pulls me out of my trance, and at the sight of his eagerness, all traces of fear vanish.
Maybe not all, but most.
“Hi.”
“What are you thinking about?”
