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I felt the shift in her instantly – the way her body went taut, then soft, then taut again, like she couldn't quite decide whether or not to fall. But this time, there was no stopping her.

I felt it in the way she moved, in the way her breath stuttered and caught, in the way her grip tightened as everything finally tipped. When the shuddering stopped, she sagged against me, her forehead dropping to my shoulder, her breath warm and uneven against my skin.

For a second, neither of us said anything.

Then I brushed my mouth against her temple and let out a quiet breath. "Still think that was a good idea?"

She gave a soft laugh against me. "Not as good as my next one."

"Which is…?"

She shifted, sliding over me until she was straddling my hips. "This."

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Delaney

This.

The word was barely out of my mouth before I was moving, shifting over him like it was the most natural thing in the world, even though all of this felt like a dream – the kind where you could fly without wings.

And after that Earth-shattering climax?

Yeah, I was definitely flying.

I wasn't ready to come back down.

My hands braced on his chest as I settled over him, the muscles of his pecs solid beneath my fingers. As the moment held, everything else fell away – the room, the quiet house, and the fact that my sister didn't approve.

Right now, I didn't care about any of that.

All I cared about was him.

I bent to kiss him, slower now, savoring every moment. His hands came to my hips, steady and sure, and the quiet certainty in his grip sent a nice warm shiver coursing through me.

It had nothing to do with nerves.

I wanted him so bad, I could hardly contain myself.

Damn it. I should've removed my panties.

Even better, I should've removed his boxers. Even now, I could feel the hard press of him against me as I lowered my face and kissed him like I'd die if I didn't.

I pulled back just a fraction to whisper, "We're wearing too many clothes." But then I paused. "Well…too little for the grocery store, but way too much for this."

He ran a hand along my naked back. His voice was husky as he repeated, "This?"

I pressed tighter against his pelvis. He felt massively ready, and I was dying to have him inside me. With a slow grind, I whispered against his lips. "And that."

His breath caught, just enough for me to feel it where our mouths were still barely apart. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice lower and rougher than before. "Definitely that."

I shifted again, more deliberate this time, letting him feel exactly what I meant. The movement pulled a quiet sound from both of us, and for a second, I almost laughed at how glad I was that I hadn't let a ridiculous shirt stop me from coming in.

He whispered, "Stay right there."

I let out a shaky laugh. "I'm literally on top of you. Where else would I…"