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“Don’t say that word, Thomas.”

“I’d rather not say anything at all,” he murmurs. “I’m quite tired of talking.”

My throat tightens. “We can’t have sex.”

“I know,” he whispers. “But there’s a lot we can do before we have sex. I’m courting you, remember?”

Thomas Bainbridge kneels in front of me and I finally understand what he wants to do to me. I don’t know if I can handle this, but I don’t know if I can say no to him either. I want him and I want to feel safe enough to admit it.

Chapter Sixty

Thomas

I drop to my knees in front of her, giving her the power to push me off and shove me away if for any reason she were to decide she doesn’t want me. She gawks at me with confusion at first until I press my hands to her hips. I cup her soft hips in my palms and pull her towards me to kiss the base of her stomach, right beneath her belly button.

Clover sucks in air slowly, her stomach sinking away from my lips. I absolutely don’t want her to run away from me. I need her close. My fingers sink into her hips and I pull her against me, kissing her stomach again.

“You smell delicious,” I murmur. My mouth waters as I kiss her stomach and I want to put my fingers between her legs and touch her.

“I’ve never done this before,” she says.

“What?”

I pull my head away from her stomach and give her a confused look. She can’t be serious, can she?

“Nobody’s done this with you?”

I push her shirt up and kiss above her belly button as she sucks in her stomach again. I love her tummy. It’s pretty and cute, just like her.

“No,” she says. “Why would some guy waste time eating me out when he can get his nut without it?”

She’s so blunt and so cold about relationships. I wonder what made her so cynical about sex. I love that she’s a challenge, a warm brown puzzle for me to solve. I run my hands over her hips and run my tongue over her skin for the first time. She shudders.

“Because,” I whisper. “It’s fun.”

“How is it fun?”

I slowly ease Clover’s sweatpants over her hips. How isn’t it fun? I push her back up against her bed and slide those sweatpants off all the way. Her underwear sticks to her thighs and my cock stiffens all the way just from watching the curve of her thighs and the mound beneath it. She wears caramel-colored underwear that I desperately want to remove.

“It’s fun because when you like a girl, you want to get to know her. You want to know what makes her squeal. You want to know what makes her cum…”

Clover shoves her fingers through my hair and pushes my head away.

“Thomas, stop,” She says urgently.

“What’s wrong?”

“You can’t… I’m not going to cum.”

I chuckle. “Okay. I think I can handle making you cum.”

“You don’t understand,” Clover says seriously, with a frustrated and huffy little tone. “I can’t have orgasms. I’m like… broken that way.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not a liar!”

Okay, if I don’t tread carefully, I sense I’ll earn myself another slap.