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Suddenly he strips his shirt off.

Just like that.

He tosses it to the side, his eyes never leaving me.

“Take a breath,” he says.

Then he pushes the sweatpants I’m just noticing to the floor. He kicks them away, and then he’s standing in front of me in only boxer briefs. Boxer briefs that are severely tented in the front.

I swallow. “The Incredible Hulk?”

He smirks. “Yeah.”

I tear my gaze from his underwear to focus on his face. “I think I also mentioned wanting your hands on me.”

His smirk turns into a grin. He steps forward. “Yeah, you did.” He sets his hands on my hips. “Like this?”

I put my hands on his. “All over. Everywhere.”

“Your journal also mentioned my mouth all over your gorgeous body, sucking, licking, biting. Making you come.”

Oh.

My.

God.

My journal.

He read that page from my journal because I gave it to him.

What was I thinking?

Oh, yeah, that we would be in a situation exactly like this sometime and he’d know what I wanted.

But the journal said I would love to know how a mouth or tongue on my clit can be better than my own fingers or a vibrator. A tongue can’t move that fast, can it? And they can’t know when I need more pressure or speed or whatever, like I do. How can that be as good?

It wasn’t I want Lawson to suck on my clit.

I’d given it to him in a moment of feeling especially sexy. And brave.

Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe he was now thinking I’m sexier or dirtier or more experienced than I am.

“I don’t think it said that,” I tell him breathlessly.

He gives me that sexy smirk again. The one that says this is a lot like the barn. He knows what I really want and need deep down inside.

And he’s cocky about it.

I should be offended. Or something.

But all I can think is yes, yes I do want Lawson to suck on my clit.

I blush just thinking it.

“Oh, it pretty much said that, Sutton,” he tells me.

And I believe him.