Once inside the bedroom, I finally exhale a held breath as I reach around him, shut the door, and flip the lock. I step back and see how he’s looking at me while moving closer. His hands take my face and tilt my chin up as he asks in a voice so thick, so deep, so filled with want … for me, “You okay with this?” I push up on my toes, lips a breath from his, and whisper, “Very.” His hands run down my shoulders, my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “If you change your mind, tell me.” “I will,” I say softly then add, “But I don’t plan on it.” “Good.” He presses his lips to mine,
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