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“The first time might be quick,” he whispered softly. “It’s been a while for me.”

“How long?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair. “I won’t be mad. I just want us to start with a clean slate and no secrets.”

“A couple of months. Since just before I found out about Jeremy,” he said. “I don’t remember exactly, but no one since you came back into my life.”

That made me stupidly happy for some reason, and I leaned into his kisses. Despite his need for me, he wasn’t rushing, and I fell a little more in love with him every time he did something so thoughtful and considerate. Hell, I fell more in love with him every single day. It would have been embarrassing considering the condensed timeline of our relationship, but I didn’t care anymore.

He was good to me, wonderful to our son, and practically a hero in her eyes since Aunt Meg’s heart attack, so what else was there? I could waste time worrying about how fast things were moving, how difficult it was for me to trust him, and all the issues we might have moving forward, but what did that get me other than anxiety? Why not just enjoy everything he was offering? If he was going to hurt me, that would happen whether I worried about it now or not.

Our kisses grew heated and fervent, each of us vying for dominance, but with me ultimately giving in and letting him take over. It was hard to think when he was touching me like this, and despite my nervousness, I had vivid memories of what it felt like when he’d been inside of me.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me again,” I whispered against his ear.

“Same, baby.” He moved on top of me, devouring my mouth as he dug his fingers into my hair. It was glorious to be together like this, naked bodies pressed together, legs tangled, mouths fused.

I arched my hips and let my legs fall open in an obvious invitation, anxious for more of him. All of him.

“Ah, baby, you’re so beautiful.” He let his forehead hit mine, reaching down to line up his cock at my slick entrance. Before I had a chance to react, he started to press into me, inch by glorious inch.

Somehow, he was bigger than I remembered, and my body strained to adjust to such a magnificent intrusion.

“Easy,” he whispered when I gasped.

“I need a second,” I panted.

“Just tell me when.” He softly touched his lips to mine. “You like how it feels when I put my cock inside your pretty little pussy?”

I shifted, wrapping my legs around his waist and taking him deeper.

“God damn, I’m not going to last long at all if you keep doing that.”

“It feels so intense.” I squeezed around him as the sensation of him filling me started to feel good.

“Can I fuck you now?” he whispered, his voice rugged and husky.

“Yes, fuck yes.” My eyes rolled back in my head as he began to stroke in and out of me. It was slow and methodical at first, each thrust a little deeper than the last, until he bottomed out and we both moaned.

His soulful eyes met mine as he picked up speed, keeping us connected in a way I’d never felt before. A hurricane-strength wave of pleasure rocked through me, taking me to a whole new level of pleasure. I was coiled tight, aching for release, desperate for him to push me over the edge. He’d made me come dozens of times since that night in Minneapolis, but this was different.

“Tell me how much you can take,” he said, “because I’m so fucking close.”

“All of it. All of you. I need you, Zeke.”

He crashed his mouth to mine and punched into me so hard I saw stars. Each thrust was more punishing than the last, and when he reached down to push my knees back against my chest, the new angle sent me over the edge. My world splintered and my mouth opened in a silent scream. Each surge of my orgasm rolled over the last, until it was nothing but one continuous tidal wave of ecstasy.

Zeke’s growl of release was the most animalistic thing I’d ever heard, and it sent another round of aftershocks shooting through me. I was breathless, boneless, completely overwhelmed, and yet, more content than I’d ever been in my life. We were covered in a light sheen of sweat, but Zeke didn’t move, resting the side of his face against mine. It was like he sensed how important this moment was and was as unwilling as I was to let it go.

“Watching you come like that is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, sucking on the side of my neck.

“Watching you make love to me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I countered.

“Then I guess we have to do it as often as possible.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Okay.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“God, no. It was a little intense at first, since it’s been so long, but once I adjusted it was… so, so good.”

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