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My heart felt like a mug that had been filled too full, with liquid oozing over the brim. I wanted to believe her. I just hoped she didn’t change her mind. After all, we hadn’t been together for very long.
“Like I’ve told you before,” I added. “I’m a Destiny Falls lifer. This place is my home. But it would make me really happy if it could be your home too.”
She smiled. “I’d like that.” She hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “Just so you know, I’m, um.” Her breath stuttered. “I’m a virgin.”
I nuzzled her, rubbing my nose against hers. “I know.”
“I don’t want to be anymore.” The words came out in a rush, and I pulled back to look at her face. Her expression was sleepy and desirous, with just a trace of worry—as if there was any chance I might say no to her.
“I wish I could give you my virginity too.” I felt a pang at the thought. I’d never regretted having sex with Zoe until I met Kennedy. Now, I wished I could take back all of my firsts and give them to her.
“Hey.” Her brow furrowed. “No regrets, okay? There’s nothing for you to feel guilty about. The fact you have some idea what you’re doing isn’t a bad thing.”
I kissed her forehead and watched the grooves ease. “Don’t be worried. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Her smile made me wish I could pull the moon from the sky outside and hand it to her. “I trust you.”
It wasn’t “I love you”, but it was damn close.
ChapterSeven
KENNEDY
Liam rolled on top of me, cradling me between his powerful thighs. The look in his eyes changed from affectionate to intense. He kissed me, and I parted my lips and met his tongue with mine. They slid against each other, and he rocked against the juncture of my thighs, his hard-on stealing my breath away. We’d made out plenty before, but never when I knew exactly where I wanted it to end: with us naked and writhing together.
I pressed up, deepening the friction between us, and he groaned. I skimmed my fingers along the gap between the fabric of his T-shirt and his track pants, enjoying the texture of his happy trail against my skin and the heat radiating from his body. My caresses traveled north, traversing the ridges of his abdomen, which was firm from spending time at the fire station gym between callouts. As my hands moved, his shirt edged up, revealing more of his torso and chest. It was pale—probably because we’d only recently come out of winter—and when I toyed with his nipple, it tightened to a nub. He knelt upright for long enough to yank his shirt over his head and cast it aside.
I stared at his chest, his pecs, and the delicious fuzz arrowing down to the waistband of his pants. I pushed at Liam’s chest and he let me guide him onto his back. We had to be careful, maneuvering the two of us on a single bunk bed, but as long as we were cautious, it would be fine. I traced the curves and dips of his body, exploring them by touch, learning where he was sensitive or ticklish. When I dragged my fingernails lightly down his stomach, he groaned, and the tent behind his pants flexed.
I tentatively trailed a hand down to cup the bulge. “Can I?”
He gave a strained laugh. “Whatever you want.”
My lips curved in a feline smile. Perhaps I didn’t have much hands-on experience, but I could tell he was enjoying this. I slipped my hand under the waistband. My eyes widened as it encountered silky skin covering hard flesh.
“Didn’t see much point wearing underwear when it’s only us here,” he explained.
My fingers reflexively curled around him and pumped. His hips jerked.
“A bit tighter,” he said, gasping when I did as he said. His head fell back but he didn’t take his eyes off me. “You’re amazing, Kenz.”
I wrapped my fist around the head of his cock, slicking through precum, and lowered my head to kiss him. He kissed me back, losing some of his usual finesse. It was wild. Messy. And it made fire pulse in my veins.
Suddenly, Liam was pushing me back, flipping me over, moving down my body, pausing at the hem of my tights as though to ask permission.
“Do it,” I urged, lifting my hips to help him get them off while I wrestled out of my long-sleeved singlet, which left me in only my bra and panties. They were plain and conventional, since I’d known that if it came to it, I might have to hike in them, and practicality trumped sensuality, at least in this case. I started to remove my bra, but Liam stopped me with a hand over mine.
“Let me,” he growled. Gently, he reached behind me and undid the clasp. His breath caught and he looked at my breasts almost reverently, then raised his eyes to mine. “You’re perfect.”
My throat tightened with emotion, so I just nodded. He seemed to understand. A smile softened his expression and he brushed a kiss over my lips before lowering his face to tease first one nipple and then the other with his mouth, lips, and tongue. The faint scratch of his stubble felt decadent, and I closed my eyes and allowed sensations to float over me.
His hands roved over my hips and waist, then dipped lower. It was only as one settled over my sex that I stiffened and my eyes flew open. He sensed my hesitance and stopped, his palm pressing lightly on my mound, my clit throbbing from the pressure. It was nice. Tempting. I arched, seeking more of the wonderful pressure, and his expression grew mischievous. He took his hand away, but just as I was about to complain, he touched two clever fingers to my softness and rubbed teasingly. I bit my lip and sought out more. I could feel my dampness soaking the fabric of the panties and would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t groaned.
“You’re really ready for it, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “I told you.”
“You did,” he agreed. “But you were tense. Now you’re not.” His eyes shone nearly black in the flickering light. “You’re going to feel so damn good. Can I strip you?”
