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But I know that we can’t keep it a secret forever. And I find myself looking forward to when we can openly announce our relationship.
Still, I’m terrified of what might happen when we’re forced to leave our bubble and confront reality for what it is.
I haven’t even told her about Brian yet.
Because I don’t want to scare her off.
And I have no idea where to start
Danielle and I are on the precipice of something great. And I have a feeling that so far we’re only scratching the surface because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.
Danielle is the first woman, in a long time, to make me feel like who I am is enough.
Like all of the issues I have and all of the ways I try to compensate for them don’t matter.
And it is the best feeling in the world.
When she draws back to look at me, a beautiful smile on her lips, I frame her face in my hands and kiss her.
I pour every ounce of emotion I can into the kiss, hoping she feels it too. She angles her head to the side, giving me better access, and I plunge my fingers through her silky hair.
It’s not enough.
I inch closer to her, so we’re pressed together, and I deepen the kiss. Her lips part, and my tongue darts into her mouth, beginning a sensual battle for dominance.
She tastes like wine and strawberries.
I want more.
I need more.
So, I move my hands from her hair, down the curve of her back. Then I stand and hoist her up.
My fingers move back to her ass, and I squeeze, hard. She makes a little mewling sound in the back of her throat that makes my blood turn molten.
Each thump of my heart, each staccato rhythm calls out her name.
I hold her to me and move her backwards. Slowly, I set her back down on the blanket. My fingers move to her dress.
Danielle is panting now and murmuring my name under her breath. With a smile, I lift the dress up so that it’s pooled around her waist.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she leans up into my touch. She brings herself up and buries her face in the crook of my neck. Her skin is soft, like butter.
As I trace my fingers over it, goosebumps break out over her flesh.
Danielle shudders, and her hands move to my shirt. With a growl, she draws back and pulls my shirt up over my head. She flashes me a wicked smile as the shirt falls to the floor with a flutter.
Then her hands are all over me, running over the bare skin of my back and stomach, as if she has something to prove.
But I’m already hers.
With the sound of water rushing in the background, and our own heavy breathing, I lay her down on the picnic blanket again and drape myself over her.
Danielle wriggles and wraps her legs around my waist. I rub myself against her and place my arms on either side of her. She runs her fingers down the length of my back.
I lean back to look at her. When I see the stark, naked hunger written all over her face, it makes me want to rip off both of our clothes and bury myself inside her.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to hold myself still and glance down at her, her tanned body bathed in the soft glow of the moon.
