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June looks up at me with a teasing grin. “I’m sure.”
I squeeze her hand. “We could wait. Think about it some more.”
“All I’ve done for weeks is think about this.”
That has parts of my body tightening up that I’m trying to ignore. “Me too, but—”
“Are you trying to talk me out of this?” Her grin slips, and she nibbles her lower lip. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“God no.” I sweep forward, covering her mouth again, pulling her against me. She has to feel what she does to me, standing this close. “I want you more than anything. I just don’t want to ruin anything else in the process or rush things when we don’t need to.” I’ve made my choice. For me, there’s no reason to wait. But not everyone is as decisive as I am.
June tilts her head up and wraps her arms around my neck. “Are you worrying about Tabby?”
My fingers tangle in her hair. “Maybe a little. She adores you, and if something goes wrong between us…” I can’t even think about that. Nothing will change for me, but I don’t know how June feels, what she’s thinking. I’m all in, but I can’t say the same for her. Am I taking a chance Tabby will get hurt?
June’s hands slide down to my chest. “I understand your concerns, but we won’t let anything happen to Tabby.” The way she says that feels strange, but I know she means it. She would never hurt Tabby on purpose, either.
When she kisses me again, I can’t think about it. I’m done trying to resist this woman, and I don’t want to keep my hands off her anymore. So, I scoop her up in my arms, and she smothers a laugh, probably to keep from waking Tabby. Hurrying down the hall, I carry her into my bedroom and set her on her feet, closing the door and locking it behind me.
“Tab sleeps like the dead. You know that, right?”
“Can’t be too safe.”
I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her closer for another kiss. This time, there’s no hesitation, no doubts, just pure desire. I explore her mouth with my tongue, savoring the taste of her, and she moans, her hips arching up to meet mine.
My body reacts to hers in a way that I can’t deny. I want her more than anything. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me, her hands digging into my shoulder blades. My lips travel down her neck, kissing and nibbling at her skin, and she lets out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I carry her to the bed and gently set her down. My bed is one of my favorite things in the house. It’s an Alaskan king-sized bed, the biggest bed I could buy. Like Tabby, I like to spread out. But I plan to use every inch tonight for June.
She stares up at me, still wearing my hockey jersey and jeans. Her lips are pink from my kisses, and her skin is flushed. I trail a finger along the bridge of her nose, stepping between her legs. “Have I ever told you how much I love your freckles?”
She wrinkles her nose. “You might be the only one, then. Most of the time, I just worry about keeping them covered in sunscreen so they don’t multiply.” She crosses her eyes at me, and the response is so typically her, I can’t help but chuckle.
“Well,” I say, “I’m interested in finding out if you have them everywhere.”
That wipes the smile off her face, and heat returns to her eyes. Reaching for the hem of her jersey, I lift it over her head along with the long-sleeve sweater she wore under it. She’s left in her jeans and the prettiest white lace bra I’ve ever seen. I go immediately hard. Anyone who has ever said white lingerie is boring hasn’t seen June in it.
Her rosy nipples peak in the cool air, visible through the sheer lace. I groan, my body aching for her. Gently, I cup her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight. Her bra clasps in the front, so I make quick work of that, letting the two parts slide down over her shoulders. I lean down to show each nipple equal attention, licking and nibbling at them until June is arching into me. “There are freckles here,” I whisper against her skin.
I coax her to lie back, and I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, dragging them down her long legs until she’s lying before me wearing only white lace panties. I take the moment to peruse all of her, from the strands of red hair falling around her face to the tips of her nude toenails. “By the time I’m finished, I want to have licked every one of these freckles. Are you good with that?”
She nods. Her shaky inhale and the blush creeping along her collarbone are irresistible. With quick fingers, I unbutton the dress shirt I wore home and throw it on the floor. Her eyes widen, and I would enjoy her approval more if I wasn’t so desperate to taste her. She scoots back as I lower between her legs.
I kneel between her knees, pulling her toward me so her legs hang over the bottom of the bed. Leaning down, I kiss the tops of her thighs, making my way up to the triangle of lace at the center of her. My heart is pounding as I tease her, kissing my way around her panties, but I’m not ready to give us what we want just yet.
This first time I make love to her, I want it to last. I want to make her feel my love because even though I can’t tell her the words yet—I know she isn’t ready—I can definitely show her.
As a man of my word, I do as I told her I would and kiss as much of her as I can touch. When my lips graze the edge of her panties, and she arches under me, her fingers tangling in my hair. I kiss her hip bone, her ribs, and her stomach. Finally, I slide two fingers under the elastic of her panties and tug them down her legs, discarding them over the side of the bed.
Her hands are restless on my shoulders. “Duke—”
I pause. “You still okay?” I ask. Because if she isn’t, this is as far as we go right now.
She watches me, her gaze hot. “Yes,” she sighs. “But please. More.”
I hush her as I lean over. My eyes hold hers as I graze the backs of my fingers along her inner thigh, moving closer to where she wants me most. I trace the outside of her lips with a single finger, and her mouth falls open on a gasp. Positioned between her thighs, she’s open to me. “You’re wonderful.”
Her fingers dig into the comforter as my tongue finds her. She moans, and as I look up at her, across the planes of her body, she’s the picture of lust. Her hair is a riot around her, and her skin is the most delicious shade of pink. I can’t get enough. I lick and suck as she moves under me.
