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“I…um…” I start.

“I’m going to need you on the bed.”

I suck in a little breath. I really want to be on Lawson’s bed.

“And with fewer clothes on,” he says. “Not necessarily in that order.”

I nod quickly. “Okay.” I strip my hoodie off.

His throat works as he swallows hard. “Good girl.”

That makes me smile. This is going to go well if I just do what feels good, and that’s all it takes to make him happy.

Then it hits me—that’s exactly how this is going to go. Lawson just wants this to be good for me, and for it to be good, I just need to do what feels right.

I take a deep breath and strip the rest of my clothes off until I’m standing in front of him in my bra and panties.

It’s definitely not a hot pink thong.

He doesn’t seem to mind. At all.

“Jesus Christ,” he says roughly, shoving a hand through his hair. “I really wish we were doing this in the bright, broad daylight.”

I laugh, feeling light, my nerves disappearing. “That comes with more complications.”

His gaze returns to my face from roaming over my body. “Yeah.”

I step forward. “Now what?”

“What do you want?” he asks, cupping my face. “I can eat your sweet pussy in a lot of ways. So do you want your first orgasm up against the door or spread out on my bed. Or on all fours on my bed. Or you can sit on my face. Or⁠—”

I slap my hand over his mouth, my face burning, and the rest of my body tingling and my pussy already feeling achy and needy. “I don’t… even know… that’s a lot of options.”

He pulls my hand away from his mouth and grins down at me. “So much fun to be had.”

“But…” I feel like I can’t catch my breath. “I don’t know. Should I just pick a number or something?”

He laughs and the next thing I know, he’s wrapped both arms around me again, lifted me, and is carrying me to the bed.

He lays us down, stretching his body out over mine, bracing a hand beside my hip, holding some of his weight up off of me.

I run my hands up and down his sides, feeling the ridges of muscles as they bunch and flex. I want more of him against me. I pull, trying to get him to press into me.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asks. “All of it?”

I nod. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore and I’ve never felt this way about someone before. You being the first…feels really right.”

He pulls in a breath through his nose and shakes his head. “You kill me.”

My eyes widen. “If you don’t want⁠—”

“No,” he cuts me off firmly. “I want to. So fucking much. Fucking honored if you want me to be the first to do these things.”

“I definitely want that.”

“But I have to warn you.”

My brows arch. “Warn me?” My pulse skitters. That sounds…enticing. At least at the moment. Where we’re both mostly naked, on his bed, in the middle of the night, talking about sex.