“I should look for a condom,” I mutter, my voice full of grit. She shakes her head. “No. I want to feel you…” Her hands rove down my shoulder blades, as if soaking up the feel of my bare skin, then travel back up to muss my hair. “All of you.” “Fuck, June…” I cradle her cheeks between my palms, my thumb dusting over her lips. Wide eyes stare back at me, gleaming with hunger and nerves. She’s nervous, I can tell. “Are you sure? We don’t have to—” My words are cut short when she lifts up and crushes her mouth to mine. I melt into her, my eyes closing as a groan rumbles in my throat. Our tongues
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