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My sweater is next, followed by the thermal shirt I wisely decided to wear today. Then I’m standing there in my bra and panties, thanking God I bought new sets from H&M.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he murmurs.

“Then we definitely need to keep going.”

I reach out to tug at the hem of his sweater. His t-shirt pulls up along with it, mussing his dark hair so it’s splayed everywhere.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he leans forward, his hands sliding around my chest, fingers unfastening my bra.

He steps back, like he’s trying to commit every curve of my body to memory. His gaze sweeping, dipping, taking in the soft swell of my breast, the dip of my stomach, the little freckles on my hips.

“Lie on the bed,” he requests of me.

I do as I’m told, shuffling back, and he reaches for my panties, tugging them over my thighs, throwing them to the side.

“Open your legs.”

My heart slams against my chest. I trust this man. But it’s still exposing, letting my thighs loll open, my knees bending as they touch the mattress.

But it’s worth it, being this bare, just to see the way his eyes narrow, his lips open, the way he’s so intense as he stares at me.

“Everything about you is so damn pretty.” He leans over me, all bare chest and open jeans, his excitement a thick, long shadow against his shorts. Then he presses his face against my thigh, breathing me in, leaving a trail of tiny kisses until he reaches the apex where my legs meet my torso.

And with one, long lick, he sets me on fire. I tangle my fingers in his hair, my nails digging against his scalp. “I’m supposed to be making you forget,” I whisper. But please don’t stop.

He looks up, his eyes on mine. “You are.” And then he kisses me there. Scraping his teeth against me, bathing me with his tongue.

My head falls back, because dammit, this man knows what he’s doing. His fingers join his tongue, sliding inside of me, his stubble scraping my thighs as he works his magic, creating a ball of heat that forces my hips off the bed.

“Theo,” I whisper. Because I’m so close. My palms press against his face. I can feel the movement of his jaw with my fingers, can feel it with my body, too. My nipples pebble, my thigh muscles clench, and then I’m soaring so high I have to bite my lips to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

He climbs over me, his mouth swallowing my cries as he kisses me, his lips slick. Then I’m sliding off his jeans, his shorts, and he’s kicking off his socks, until he’s there, thick against me.

“Fuck, condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” I whisper.

His eyes flick to mine. “You sure?” he asks, looking both concerned and enticed.

I nod. I need this. Maybe we both do. His gaze lingers on my face, then he slides slowly inside of me, stretching me, making me gasp.

He lets out a ragged breath. Like he can feel this as deeply as I can.

His movements are slow as he kisses me, his fingers digging into my thighs, lifting them around his hips. Then he rolls us, until he’s on his back and I’m on top of him, and dear God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full in my life.

I circle my hips, finding a rhythm, his fingers digging so hard into my hips I’ll probably feel the imprint for days. My hands are pressed against his chest, my eyes on his.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps. “I’m not sure I can stop.”

“Then don’t,” I whisper, riding him, my breath coming faster, my cheeks pinking as the wire inside of me tightens again. Then he reaches for me, sliding his finger against my clit, whispering how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how it’s never been like this.

I shatter first, fluttering around him as the pleasure radiates from between my thighs. Then he lets out a soft groan, pulsing inside of me, filling me, making me his.

And when we come down, he pulls me against him, our mouths moving softly as we kiss our way back to reality. He brushes the hair from my face, staring up at me like I’m the sun and the moon.

All I can think is that I love this man. But it’s too soon, there are too many obstacles between us. Yet none of that matters because I’ve fallen for him so hard and fast I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.

And from the way he pulls me against him, stroking my face, my hair, my back, it’s clear he feels the same.