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The sooner the better, actually. I needed to get her up and going so I could take a nice cold shower. Though the icy water never worked and the last five mornings I’d had to jerk off alone in the shower to finally get my dick under control.

“No, we shouldn’t. Not yet.” Her sultry voice filled my ears at the same time her hand continued to move over the nylon of my shorts and my rigid cock. There was nothing I could do but stay frozen and fight the urge to roll her on her back and take us where she was itching to go.

“Anaya—”

“I’m ready, Kyle.”

Every muscle in my body seized at her declaration.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You have a few more weeks until your ribs are healed.”

“They’re fine and you know it. It’s been days since they’ve hurt. I’m a hundred percent.”

“No, you’re—”

“Kyle,” she whined in frustration. “I’m ready. I’ve been tryin’ to tell you but all you do is kiss me and roll out of bed. I don’t know how to do this and obviously I’m not good at it because you’re not picking up on my hints. I want you. I’m ready.”

“Babe, if you were any better, I wouldn’t make it to the shower before I had to jerk off. As it stands, I barely make it there now.”

“You jerk off in the shower?” she whispered. “Why?”

“Why?” I grunted as she tightened her hold on my cock. “Shit, Anaya. Slow down,” I begged.

“Why would you do that?”

“For starters I wake up with you pressed against me every morning. Then you wake up and start touching me, which means as you move, your tits rub against my side. My cock feels like it’s going to explode. I want nothing more than to roll you over and bury myself inside you.” I felt her stiffen next to me and continued. “I warned you, I cannot control my body’s reaction to you. You turn me on and there’s no stopping that. But I can control my actions, which means I get out of bed and take care of it myself.”

“But what if I wanted you to roll me over?”

“You’re killing me, Anaya,” I groaned.

“You’ve been very selfish, Kyle.” I would’ve laughed at her playful tone and reprimand her if her hand wasn’t steady stroking my dick.

“Anaya—”

“I. Am. Ready. Stop babying me.”

That did it. I could not hold back anymore. I brushed her hand off my cock, rolled up to my elbow and looked down at her. The smile she wore hit me in two places at once—my chest swelled and my cock throbbed. So damn beautiful. So damn sweet.

“You think you’re ready for this?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not talking about me taking you, Anaya. I’m talking about us. You ready for this? A hundred percent. Because if you’re not, we’ll wait. Because once this happens, you’re mine, sweetheart. Mine. And I won’t let you go.”

“I thought I was already yours.”

I felt that, too, straight to my heart. A feeling I never knew existed. Something so deep I took a moment to memorize it, to allow it to wash over me and absorb into my skin.

“We go down this path, it changes everything, Anaya.”

“Okay.”

“No, I see you’re not understanding. We do this, I get all of you. Every piece of you, not just your body, your trust, but everything you’ve been holding back.”