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“I’m good to go.”

“Thank God. I might have exploded with lust if you’d said no.”

That makes me laugh, which is a relief.

Maybe we can do this while still feeling like ourselves.

Because that’s what I want. It’s not just his body I want. It’s him.

All of him.

“So do you want me to try to be romantic?” he asks. “Do you want me to go slow and gentle? Or I could research some creative moves or dirty talk? If that kind of thing turns you on.”

He’s making me laugh on purpose. I walk toward where he’s standing. “I don’t want any of that.”

“So what do you want?”

“I want it to feel… natural between us.”

“Ah. Got it. So you’ll be snippy with nerves and I’ll be clammed up and tense?”

“No!” I’m smiling as I reach up to his face. “Why don’t we kiss, and then we’ll see how we feel about the rest of it.”

He takes my head in both hands. “Good plan.”

Then he kisses me.

And I kiss him back.

I believed there was a chance, after anticipating and secretly yearning for so long, that the real thing might be disappointing. Good, sure, but maybe not quite as mind-blowing as it always was in my imagination.

After all, real life isn’t fantasy, and it’s not supposed to be.

So maybe having sex with Wes might be a minor letdown.

But no need to worry.

It’s not.

CHAPTER 24

Predictably, our first time features a small tiff. Caused by, depending on who you ask, me being snippy or Wes being obnoxious.

That first kiss is good. And just like when we kissed in the parking garage, it gets urgent quickly. Deep pleasure slams into me at the initial touch of our lips, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

I need to press my body against his.

I need to feel it. All of it.

All of him.

Wes must be experiencing something similar because he lowers one hand to cup my ass, edging me closer until I can feel the bulge of his arousal in his underwear against my middle.

The feel of him, already fully turned on, sends my lust into overdrive. I push into the kiss eagerly, his mouth my only source of sustenance.

Wes is fully receptive. He’s parted his lips and slid his tongue into my mouth, stroking and fluttering it deliciously as his fingers get more presumptuous. They’re now exploring the dip between my butt and my thighs.

My enthusiasm upsets his balance. He grunts into my mouth, wobbling for just a moment before he falls backward.