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“Is that supposed to scare me?” I asked, out of breath as I rested my head against his shoulder, my body as limp as a noodle. “Because it doesn’t.”

“It should,” he grunted as he wrapped his arms around my body, one hand resting on my ass possessively.

I actually giggled right before I laid a sweet kiss on his lips.

If this was what it was going to be like moving forward, I was definitely looking forward to being his.

Chapter 19

Ben

Iabsolutely refused to touch Ariel again until I told her the truth.

Okay, so maybe Ihadpromised the same thingyesterdaymorning, too, but this time, I meant it.

I’d given myself one day yesterday to enjoy just being with Ariel, to savor the pleasure of being able to touch her. But it was Sunday morning, and I had to do what I should have done before I’d ever touched her.

Fuck!She’d handed me her virginity and had never looked back.

Guilt was devouring my soul right now, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I couldn’t ignore what had to be done, and I felt like a fucking asshole for being so damn selfish.

Nothing would be absolutely right between us until she knew, and then decided if she could forgive me.

Christ!Ihopedthat was her decision because I didn’t know what I’d do if it wasn’t.

Now that I knew she was mine, now that I’d touched her, it made it even harder to contemplateanyother outcome.

We’d done nothing but explore each other’s bodies since I’d taken her virginity on Friday night.

Even though I wished we could do the same thing all day today, I knew that wasn’t possible.

Time’s up!

Moment of truth!

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment, and the feel of Ariel’s soft, sweet body in my arms, hoping like hell this wasn’t the last time I held her like this.

She’d woken me up this morning to the feel of her gorgeous lips around my cock.

Inexperienced or not, the whole scene had felt like one of my hottest fantasies, only better and more intense than I’d ever imagined.

Because it was her.

Because it was Ariel.

Things had ended with her riding me until I’d finally lost it.

We’d showered together afterward, but somehow had still ended up back in my bed.

Not only could Inottouch her again until I told her the truth, but also because she’d had more sex in the last thirty-six hours or so than any virgin should experience in one weekend.

She had to be sore as fuck, but she wouldn’t admit to that, and her insatiable need to fuck me made me completely insane.

If she wanted me, I was always beyond ready to satisfy her.

I couldn’t leave my damn hands off her.

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