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“I don’t want to just sleep with you. I want to keep getting to know you. I want to be your friend. I want to hear all about your plans for the dance classes and the studio. I want to see you every single day.”

I feel like my heart has suddenly turned into a helium balloon, and someone is pumping air into it. “Really?”

“Really.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and arch into him. “Kiss me, Law.”

I don’t need to say anything more than that. Lawson’s mouth is on mine a millisecond later, and the kiss is sweet for about two seconds. Then I moan, he growls, and our mouths open at the same time.

He kisses me hungrily, his tongue stroking, tasting mine thoroughly, as my hands tangle in his hair, holding him close.

We kiss and press and moan for several long minutes, but finally he lifts his head. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.”

“Can you make me come?” I ask, embarrassed, even as I find myself completely unable to keep the words inside. “No one else has ever done that. Not ever.”

“Fuck.” The word is rough and almost panted.

“Lawson?”

“Yes. Yes, I can fucking do that.” He kisses me again, hot and hard.

“You sound really sure,” I say, as I try to catch my breath when he moves his mouth from mine, over my jaw to my neck.

He chuckles softly. “I am really sure.”

I run my fingers through his hair, tipping my head so he can kiss more of my neck. My nipples pull tight as he sucks gently.

“I know it’s hard to do,” I say. “I know it can be hard to find the clit, so I’ll⁠—”

He lifts his head swiftly. “Excuse me?”

“I just… I know it can be difficult, but I can help you.” I shrug. “I masturbate.”

He’s looking at me like I just sprouted another head.

“Lots of women masturbate,” I say. “Probably most, truly.”

He’s still just staring at me. Okay, I’m making this awkward. Of course, I am. Should I not talk about making myself come when he wants to be the one doing it right now? Is that a male ego thing? That’s stupid.

He finally rolls to one side. His leg stays over mine, and one big hand rests hot and heavy on my stomach. He props his head on his hand and looks down at me intently.

“You shouldn’t be insulted,” I tell him. “And women should get to have orgasms even without a man around.”

“Do you have a vibrator?” he asks.

I press my lips together, but nod. Too bad if he doesn’t like that.

“Good.”

I look up into his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Of course. I agree that women should get to have orgasms even without a man around. Hell, a woman should be able to have an orgasm with her own fingers or a vibrator even if a man is around, if that’s what she wants.”

I nod. Okay, that’s good. “That’s pretty hot sometimes.”

He looks at me, one brow quirked. “Is it? I thought you hadn’t done this before.”

“In the books I read.” I shake my head. “But they’re romance novels. And believe me, I know they’re fiction. Don’t worry. I’m not expecting the stuff I read about.”