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“I know. But it’s okay. It’s all okay.” We swayed a few more times before she kissed me, and it was like our bodies had been waiting for this moment.

Her lips ignited a fire in my chest and I could taste that the feeling was mutual. This time she didn’t kiss me softly or tentatively. No. She kissed me how she wanted to kiss me. And I kissed her back the same way.

Kissing and trying to undress at the same time wasn’t an easy feat, and we didn’t get very far. My sweater landed on the floor and I managed to shove my hands under her shirt, but I would have had to remove my mouth from hers to get her shirt off and I wasn’t willing to do that.

We’d also stumbled in the direction of her bedroom and I would have loved to look around, but there would be time for that later. After I’d had my way with her and vice versa.

The orgasm thing went through my mind and I wanted to ask her more questions. I wondered if she’d ever asked a doctor or done any research or if she’d just gotten so frustrated that she gave up.

If she didn’t want to try, I was absolutely fine with that, but if she did, I was happy to help. Maybe she’d just never felt safe enough.

“Take off your shirt,” she said between kisses.

“I can’t,” I said.

“Why not?” she asked, her mouth mashed into mine. Okay, we were getting nowhere.

Hating myself, I broke the kiss and ripped my shirt over my head as fast as I could without getting my arms tangled in the tank straps.

“Oh, fuck,” Bren said as her eyes latched on my blue lacy bra that barely covered my nipples.

“Your turn.”

It took her a few moments to process my words before she pulled the T-shirt with the ruffled sleeves off her head and threw it onto the floor.

Her bra was silk and black and made my knees weak.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I said, getting a look at her. She moved her hair over her shoulder and tugged at the button on my jeans.

“More.”

I grinned.

“Yes. More.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Bren

Honey had listenedas I’d rambled about my sex stuff and she’d been absolutely wonderful about it. I’d assumed she would have left and said she never wanted to speak to me again.

But she hadn’t. She’d held me and told me it was okay and said that she wanted similar things as I did. I wasn’t sure how much of that I believed, but the way she looked at me? No one had never looked at me like that before. Ever.

Now we were in my room and she was taking off her clothes and this was happening. It was happening and I was afraid of the inevitable moment when I didn’t come. When I couldn’t come.

She’d said that it didn’t matter, but I couldn’t bear to see disappointment on her face and know that I was the cause of it.

“Where’d you go?” Honey asked, and I realized I’d stopped moving, too lost in my own thoughts.

“Sorry. I was just thinking about—” she put her finger on my lips to stop me.

“Don’t think so much. Don’t worry. You’re here with me and that’s all that matters. This moment right now. Do you want me to take my pants off?”

Normally right about now if I’d been having sex with someone else, I would have taken the reigns and dominated so they wouldn’t know that I wasn’t getting off myself. I’d also faked a time or two so my partner wasn’t disappointed.

I didn’t want to lie with Honey. I didn’t want anything to be fake or artificial between us.

“Yes. I want you to take your pants off,” I said, and she smiled before shimmying out of her jeans. Her bottoms matched her bra and I couldn’t believe this gorgeous creature was in my bedroom with me.