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“If kissing you is what it takes to stop you from saying mean things about yourself, then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll prove to you how amazing I think you are. I’ll remind you every day if that’s what it takes to get you to believe it. I’ll remind you on the days you don’t feel enough, and even when you’re sick of hearing it, when you finally see the woman I see, I’ll continue to remind you. Because you deserve to hear it. Every day. Let me show you, Cait.”

She tried to step away, but I held her in my arms. “What about your brother? Don’t you need to respond to him?”

“I’ll worry about it tomorrow.”

“But what about⁠—”

Kneeling in front of her, I rested my hands against her waist, interrupting her sentence.

“Jake,” she gasped.

“Shh…” I whispered. “Let me remind you how good you are for me.” Breaths heady, I lifted the hem of her shirt, exposing her stomach before pressing my lips to the scar on her abdomen—the one just below her belly button. “How much I love your body. The one that grew a tiny human and came out stronger despite the odds. How enough you are for me.”

“Jake.”

“Let me show you how good I am for you.”

Her fingers slid through my hair, tangling themselves in the strands as I continued kissing her stomach, my own hands making their way to the waistband of her jeans.

“Tell me to stop.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Then tell me what you want me to do,” I pleaded, fingers fumbling with the button and zipper, but not undoing them all the way quite yet.

“Touch me. Please.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth before the button on her jeans was undone and I pulled the zipper down. Hooking my fingers in her waistband, I tugged the denim down her thighs, revealing soft, peachy skin and lacy underwear.

Stealing a glance up at her, I ran my teeth over my bottom lip then took off her panties, exposing her to me, already glistening and wet.

Caitlin sucked in a breath, but when I didn’t move, she let out a soft whine. “Why aren’t you doing any⁠—”

Before she could finish, my mouth latched onto her clit, tongue darting out to lap at her center. I lifted one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder for easier access, and she stumbled back slightly, her back moving flush against the kitchen counter.

Once I was sure she wouldn’t lose balance or collapse, I slipped a finger inside her, moving it in tandem with my mouth as I licked, sucked, and feasted on her pussy like it was my last meal.

“J-Jake,” she moaned as my gaze flicked up to her face, her eyes closed and mouth gaped open.

Her pleasure only spurred me on, and I lifted her so she was sitting on the edge of the counter. Wrapping both of her legs around my head, I lowered myself back down, though my mouth only hovered over her skin. One of my hands massaged her breast, while the other played with her clit, my thumb rubbing slow circles on the sensitive flesh.

Caitlin gasped when I slid two fingers inside, burying them as far as they could go.

“You’re soaked, Cait baby,” I said, voice so raspy it caught in my throat. “How many times do you think I can make you come tonight?”

“I hope at least three,” she teased, the end of her sentence pitching up when I hit her G-spot with my fingers.

“We’ll make it four, then,” I promised before my mouth found her center, tongue licking a broad stroke up her slit.

My hands gripped her thighs as I sucked on her clit, fingers pumping in and out until I coaxed an orgasm out of her.

“That’s one.” I grinned, wiping my mouth as I stood, rising to eye level with her.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

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Jake wiped my arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood. I stared into his blue eyes, and then soft lips were on mine. My eyes fluttered shut, and I ran my hands through his hair.