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burning through the soft cotton of my shirt. His shirt.
    “Shae,” he murmured my name as he broke the kiss. He rested his forehead against mine as he pushed one hand through my hair. He sighed. “I’m sorry.”
    “You apologize too much,” I said. “Why this time?” I slid my hands down his chest and around his waist. I loved the strength I felt there, the way his muscles were firm and tight under my palms.
    “I said we were going to take a walk so you could forget about everything else and I go and kiss you.”
    “I didn’t mind.” I smiled at him and brushed my lips across his.
    “You don’t get it, Shae.” He closed his eyes. “When I’m with you, it’s like...I’ve been wanting to touch you, hold you, and now that I can...” He opened his eyes and pulled me even more tightly against him. “I want you so badly and I don’t want to scare you away.”
    I dropped my hands lower until they were on his ass. He sucked in a breath.
    “I’m not going anywhere, Jas. And I want you too.” My entire body throbbed with how much I wanted him.
    “Back to the house?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
    I shook my head. Allen and I had sometimes kissed when we’d taken our walks, but some part of me had always wanted to do something a bit more adventurous. What was the point of having all of this if I couldn’t enjoy it, right?
    “Here.”
    His eyebrows went up, eyes widening. “Here?”
    I nodded and leaned forward, taking his bottom lip between my teeth. I pulled it into my mouth, sucking and nipping until he groaned. I let it go.
    “Here,” I whispered. “Now.”
    He pulled his shirt off and I made a soft sound in the back of my throat. He chuckled, the kind of rich, very male sound that made me instantly wet.
    “What’s so funny?” I asked as he spread his shirt out on the ground.
    “That sound you made when I took my shirt off.” He grinned at me, a sheepish expression on his face.
    I flushed, looking down. His hand cupped my chin and raised my head so our eyes could meet.
    “I’m sorry I laughed,” he said seriously. “It’s just...” He seemed to struggle to find the words. “I never thought I’d hear you ever make a sound like that about me.”
    I put my hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my palm. When I ran my other hand across his chest, down to his abs, his pulse skipped and I smiled.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Your heart.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his chest. When I opened my mouth and flicked out my tongue, I felt him catch his breath. I looked up and my chest tightened at what I saw in his face. “I love the way your body reacts to me.” I flushed as I said it, but when I saw the pure joy that filled his eyes, I knew a little embarrassment was worth it.
    He dropped to his knees in front of me and I put my hand on his head, running my fingers through his soft, thick hair. He put his hands on my hips, using his thumbs to bunch up the shirt until a thin strip of skin was exposed.
    “Do you know how much I love seeing you in my clothes?” He pressed his lips against my stomach.
    “And here I’d been feeling frumpy compared to Aime.”
    He gave me a sharp look. “She doesn’t even compare to you.” He kissed my stomach again and then hooked his fingers under the waistband of my pants.
    My fingers tightened in his hair as he slid the sweats down to my knees. The shirt fell down, covering me to the tops of my thighs, but he didn’t let that deter him. He ducked his head under the shirt, his hands holding onto my hips as he maneuvered himself between my legs. I gasped as his tongue parted my folds and I grabbed onto his shoulders. My head fell forward, eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure washed over me.
    When his tongue found my still-sensitive clit, I cried out, knees buckling, but he held me up, somehow managing to shift me so that I was leaning almost completely on him. A finger slipped inside me, twisting and curling