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Dylan’s expression turns serious. “I’m clean, too. I was tested after we won the championship, at my year-end physical. And I haven’t been with anyone since. Not until you.”

We study each other.

“So you want to do this?” I finally say.

Dylan’s nod is instant. “Yes.”

I bite my lip and then quickly say, “Me too.”

Dylan braces his arms beside my head. His eyes are like lasers on mine as he positions himself between my legs. But before going any further, he stops.

“Jasalie. I just want you to know something.”

I widen my eyes. “Okay.”

“I’ve never done this with anyone before.” His expression is tender as he runs his thumb over my lower lip. “I’ve never been inside someone without a barrier between us.”

My breath catches in my throat. “Me neither.”

He kisses me. “I can’t wait to feel you.”

But he goes slowly as he enters, taking his time to slide inside.

“Oh, God.” The sensation of his bare skin hitting me is so intense I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Holy fuck.” Dylan’s mouth is hard on mine as he thrusts all the way inside me.

Then he starts moving, almost like he can’t stop.

“Jasalie, this is so…”

“I know,” I whisper back.

It’s so intense.

It’s too intense.

If I let myself feel this fully, Dylan will be completely underneath my skin, and I’ll never be able to walk away from him.

I keep my eyes closed and clutch at the bed sheets with both hands.

“Jasalie.”

My eyes fly open at the need in Dylan’s voice.

His gaze is focused on me as he stops moving.

He’s aware of me.

He knows exactly what I’m feeling and how terrified I am.

Without saying another word, he lifts my legs until I wrap them around his back. Then he takes both my hands and puts them over my head. Using one of his hands to gently hold my wrists in place, he lowers his head until we’re so close I can’t look away. I can’t shut him out.

He smells so good. Like soap and aftershave and him. I want him so much I can’t possibly push him away.

Then he begins to move. Excruciatingly slowly until my body is screaming for him. Deep inside I’m dying for him.

“Harder,” I finally bite out. “Faster.”