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“Wait,” I mumbled against his lips. “Mack.”
“Breakfast date,” he said between the kisses he was raining down on my neck and chest.
“What?”
His head popped up. “Chase, would you like to have breakfast with me?”
“Of course but–”
He rolled off me, I missed his weight immediately, and handed me a croissant. “Eat.”
“I–sure—what is happening right now?”
“If you eat then we can call this a breakfast date.”
“Oh-kay, cool … breakfast date.” I took a bite of croissant and chewed trying to get my mind to catch up with whatever was going on. Then—“Breakfastdate. Date five!”
“Date five,” he said, and butterflies exploded under my ribs. I wasn’t ready. No, that was ridiculous, I was absolutely ready but I figured I’d have more time to prepare, to, I didn’t fucking know, get my head around it. I was about to have sex with Mack. Holyshitholyshitholyshit.
“Unless–we don’t have to—if you’d rather–we don’t–I can take you on an actual date five. I—”
I threw my croissant on the ground and tackled him. As nervous as I was, I didn't want to wait any longer. I couldn’t wait any longer. And I certainly didn’t care about an actual date. I just wanted him. But now that we were here, I also didn’t want to rush my way through it. I wanted to savor him. I sat up, taking a slow, calming breath.
“I’m sorry. I just attacked you. I got a little carried away.”
“Quite alright,” he said with a grin, hands wandering my thighs.
“I don’t want–I want us—”
“To take our time.”
“Yes, thank you, your hands are distracting me.”
“Your boobs are distracting me.”
I glanced down at my chest and shrugged. “There’s not all that much of them to provide a distraction.”
“They’re yours and they’re fucking perfect.” His hands trailed up my stomach, sending shivers over my skin. He cupped them, massaged, and rolled my nipples between his fingers. It sent heat through my core and my hips rocked in response.
“I have no intention of rushing this, Chase.” He licked his lips.
“Good,” I said, though it was more of a moan. He sat up, his fingers sinking into my hair as he kissed me, slow but purposeful, lips tender, yet firm and commanding. I let him lead, tipping my head so his tongue sunk deeper, swallowing my sounds as I took his.
I felt his nervous anticipation in the tremble of his fingers as they touched, explored. He’d learned every dip and curve of my body yesterday, today he was committing each to memory with thorough, devoted study.
His lips slipped off mine as he held himself above me, watching with eyes that burned. I’d barely noticed him flipping us, lost as I was in the feel of him. Then his lips and tongue took up the task his fingers had started, memorizing the lines of my body from my ear, across my collar bones, down through the shallow valley between my breasts. On and on. I was breathless and desperate.
My underwear was gone and his kisses turned hungry, going from learning to devouring, making my insides coil hot and tight.
“Need. You,” I panted, aching. “Please.”
He crawled up my body, languishing yet more kisses as he went. I rolled onto my side and reached for him, my hands greedy like his mouth. My name was a tortured groan on his lips.
I hooked a leg over his hip and rubbed his wide head against my clit, we both sucked in a sharp breath, noses bumping.
“Condom,” he said.
“Clean, I’m clean.” I sighed, relishing the slide of him over my soaked skin.
