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“You really are going to say every thought that goes through your head during sex, aren’t you?”

“Not every thought.”

“Thank God.”

“I was also thinking about putting my mouth between your legs.”

Her hands stop at the edges of the open blouse. Her lips part, and the sudden change in her expression makes the resonance inside me deepen before she laughs, lower now than she was laughing a moment ago.

“That one you decided to share.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“No, I meant why do you want to?”

“I liked touching you there. I want to taste you. I want to know what it feels like with my mouth.”

Laura studies my face as though waiting for something else. There is nothing else.

“You’ve never done that.”

“No.”

“You have absolutely no idea whether you’ll like it.”

“No.”

“And this doesn’t make you nervous at all.”

“I’ll stop if I don’t like it.” That seems obvious to me.

Her head tips back, and she laughs toward the ceiling.

“What?”

“Nothing. You are just very uncomplicated about certain things.”

“I am complicated about paint.”

“That is becoming increasingly obvious.”

I move closer. “Do you want me to?”

Her laughter fades. Her gaze travels over me slowly, lingering long enough that my internal rhythm kicks harder. When it returns to my face, the heat in her expression is unmistakable. “Yes.”

The word goes straight through me. The resonance in my chest deepens, and every part of my attention narrows to Laura.

We make it to the bed with her blouse still hanging open. She sits on the edge, and I take my time removing everything below her waist before easing her back onto the mattress. I leave the blouse and bra exactly where they are.

I kneel between her thighs. The first touch of my mouth makes her breath catch. Her body is warm against my lips, softer here than anywhere else I have touched her, and the taste is different from anything I know.

I move my tongue experimentally. Her thighs tense around me.

“Like that?”