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murmured hotly against her lips as she began to devour me.
    “I know.” Her hands slipped up my T-shirt, over my abs, up to my chest. She clambered across the console until she was in my lap, her body wiggling against mine, her hands all over me, her lips practically eating me alive.
    I groaned into her mouth and she swallowed it. I knew where this was going, and as alarm bells started ringing in my head, I tried hard to shove them away.
    “Dee.” Her sweatshirt was gone now, just jeans and a simple white lace bra hiding the body I’d been yearning to touch. I cupped one breast and slid my thumb over her little pebbled nipple.
    “Blake.” She mimicked my desperate tone, shoving her breast closer, silently begging for more.
    I could have her. Now. I wanted her. Ferociously, I wanted her. Still, something held me back. Not like this.
    I drew back and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her collarbone, eliciting a moan from her. I placed one more soft peck to her rapidly pounding pulse and relaxed back, my hands on her hips.
    She dropped her hands to my belt loops and stared at me, questions in her eyes. I kissed her again. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, caressing the dip in her waist, loving the feel of her warm, silky skin.
    “Sorry for what?”
    I gently pushed her back into her seat and handed her her sweatshirt. “We can’t. I can’t. Not now.”
    She slipped her shirt on and I could feel her glare like a hot slap. “Why? Did I do something—?”
    “No.” Interlacing our fingers, I squeezed in reassurance. “No, you didn’t do anything. I just . . .” My chin fell to my chest as shame raced through me again, knowing I’d never be able to give this girl a fraction of what she deserved.
    “What?”
    “You deserve better than this.” I gestured around us at the darkened interior of my car. “You deserve something perfect.” Like you.
    “It will be perfect. As long as it’s with you.” Her soft words sliced me into ribbons. My chest wanted to cave in on itself.
    I sighed, disbelief heavy in my gut.
    “I want my first time to be with you, Blake. I do.”
    My head snapped around. “First time?”
    She bit her lip and I could just imagine the blush staining her cheeks. “Yeah.”
    “Oh, God.” I groaned and gazed out my side window. “All the more reason—”
    “No!” Her intense outburst caught me off guard. “No. I’ve waited this long because it never felt right with any other guy.” She squeezed my fingers. “It feels right with you.”
    How? How could this be true?
    “Blake.” She waited until I met her gaze, her voice dropping in a wounded plea. “I’m falling for you. Big time. Please don’t reject me.”
    “Oh, baby.” I released her hand and ran my fingers through her hair, letting the velvet soft strands sift sensuously across my skin. “I’m not rejecting you. I’d never do that.” I cupped her jaw. “Never. But you deserve so much more than a tumble in the backseat of my car for your first time.”
    I saw the uncertainty and pain shining in her eyes, and it about killed me that I’d put that there. Her head dropped a bit into my palm as I searched for the right words. “I’m yours,” I said, letting a slice of my heart seep into my voice. “And you’re mine. There’s no changing that now. This will happen for us when the time is right. Okay?”
    Her hand was trembling as she brought it up and placed it over mine. “You swear?”
    “I swear.”
    And there, staring into Delilah Jackson’s perfect face, I let myself fall 100%.

Delilah
     
    B lake Travers refused to have sex with me tonight. And somehow, it was the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.
    I’m yours . . . And you’re mine. There’s no changing that now.
    He meant it. I know he did. I could feel him in every cell of my body, in my soul. When he looked at me like that and said those things, I suddenly wasn’t scared anymore. He may be a bad boy with a bad reputation . . . one that was