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“I’m on the pill. Tell me you’re clean,” I pant, slipping my panties off so I’m naked.

Wild eyes burn over me. “Clean. Always use protection. Tested two weeks ago and… I haven’t been with anyone since the night we met.”

He’s crawling over me, but I put a hand to his chest. “The night at the hospital?”

That was more than eight months ago.

He gives me a teasing look. “Was there another?”

This is it. The time to tell him. Because if there’s even a chance of things working out between us, he’s going to find out.

My family was there.

And so was his.

But instead of answering, giving him the truth he deserves, I pull him in to a kiss that speaks to how badly I want him. That even though I’m not ready to trust him with our history, I trust him with my body.

This time when he climbs over me, there’s nothing between us. No hesitation. His eyes lock with mine and he pushes slowly inside me.

“Quinn,” I whisper, feathering my fingers over his jaw and lips as he fills my body with his. And when he’s buried within me as deep as he can go… he holds.

That frantic desperation feels like another lifetime. Like this right now is exactly where we’re supposed to be.

“I missed you, Georgeous,” he murmurs, moving slowly now.

“I missed you too.” In ways I’m not ready to explain but can feel on an almost molecular level. I missed feeling safe. I missed feeling like I could give myself to someone completely. That I could let myself want someone without that shadow of doubt creeping in. And I missed the way it felt to let go and fall with this man.

“Feels so fucking good inside you… never had it so good.”

“Never,” I echo, running my hands over his chest and shoulders. Sliding my knee up his side. Needing to touch him everywhere.

Each measured thrust is deliberate, making me clench and spasm around him. Taking me closer to that place we both need to go.

“Need to feel you come,” he grunts, rocking his hips so he’s meeting the very deepest part of me.

“Close,” I gasp as he nudges harder. “Likethat.”

He does it again and again, the pressure building as my body grips him tighter with every deepening stroke.

I can’t take— “Oh God,more!”

“Give you anything, Georgie.Everything.”

And he does.

All he has.

His groin kisses my clit with every mind-blowing thrust. And I’m there, teetering at the brink.

“Feel like… I’ve been waiting… for you… forever.”

Oh God, that pressure in my heart, it’s too much. “I can’t—”

He thrusts into me again, rocking into those points of contact, his eyes locked with mine. The deeper meaning clear between us when he rests his hand over my heart. “You can.”

I’m falling. Falling like I’ve never fallen before. Not even all those years ago when it never would have occurred to me that there was something to lose, that I might get hurt.

This time I know… and I let myself go anyway.

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