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Kaden took his time—he stroked me, kissed, sucked, and licked every inch of my skin.

“Oh God,” I sighed.

Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I raised my head. Kaden looked up at me with dark caramel eyes.

“Are you sure, Allie?” His voice was deep and raw.

“I’m not a virgin,” I whispered.

“That’s not what I’m asking.” He tugged at the waistband of my panties. Then he sat back, put his hands around my hips and lifted me into his lap. I panted and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I want to know if you’re sure about this. Just because it’s not your first time, doesn’t make it less important.”

This was important for Kaden as much as for me. He trusted me. I trusted him. So there was only one possible answer to his question.

I stroked his hair. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m sure. I want this. And I trust you.”

It was enough for him. In one sweeping motion he laid me back on the bed and pulled my panties off. His fingers stroked my inner thighs, then he pushed them apart, and a second later I felt his warm mouth right at my very center.

Kaden’s tongue swirled lightly around my most sensitive spot, and I gasped. With one hand I clawed at the blanket, with the other I held on to Kaden’s hair, while he took my breath away with his mouth.

“Kaden.” I sighed his name, again and again.

His tongue glided in teasing, circling movements. He grasped my thighs and held me tight. I arched my back, almost desperately, as his kisses became even hotter, even more intense.

And then he stopped. I groaned in frustration and was about to protest when he began to spread a trail of hot kisses from the inside of my thighs to my belly, my breasts, up to my forehead.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered into his lips and felt how his stomach muscles twitched at my touch. I let my hands roam over his skin, exploring his body, and wrapped my legs around his hips.

Kaden let out a deep, guttural cry as I pressed against him and began to move my hips.

“You’re wearing too much.”

Before I could blink, Kaden had rolled off me and pulled off his boxer shorts. My eyes wandered over his naked body, his muscles, his tattoos, farther down… He reached out to his nightstand to find a condom, and I watched him as he slipped it on.

Then his body was back over mine, and Kaden stroked my cheeks. “We can stop any time,” he murmured. “Any time. Okay?”

I nodded and placed my hands on his shoulders, to pull him back down toward me.

“I have to hear you say it, Allie.” I felt him trembling above me.

“Okay, Kaden,” I whispered and looked at him. “I want you. I want you so badly, it hurts. Please, please come here.”

He shifted his weight and lowered himself onto me. He kissed me passionately and at the same time I felt him at my opening. I spread my legs even farther apart and gasped as he began to push into me.

He paused for a second. “Is it okay?”

I nodded, and because I was afraid this answer might not be enough, I raised one leg over his hip to pull him deeper inside.

“Oh, God,” Kaden groaned next to my ear. “Oh, God, Allie.”

And then he pushed all the way in.

I gasped and dug my fingers into Kaden’s arms. He withdrew from me slightly, only to push back a second later.

My desire spread so hot and quick that it felt as if my whole body was on fire. I wished this could have been my first time, and consoled myself with the fact that at least in one sense it was a first—I’d never opened myself so much to anyone, never given so much of myself.

His motions were still slow and controlled. But I didn’t want him to hold back: I wanted him to let go. So I whispered onto his lips: “I won’t break, Kaden. Take me harder.”

As if he’d been waiting for these words, a groan broke from his chest and he thrust harder, faster. Deeper. I moaned, dragged my fingernails over his back and pressed against him.