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“So get the fuck over it and let me worship you like you deserve.”

A blush makes my face feel hot, vulnerable. “I’ve never…”

He takes my hand and puts it on the hard length in his lap, making me cup it through his pants. It is huge. Intimidating.

“See what you do to me? You’re the only one that doesn’t see it, Kat. You’re blind to yourself.”

A slow quivering breath fills my lungs and I study his eyes for any hint of teasing. There’s none. Only warmth. Only desire. Only Trent and the protective fire that’s always been there.

I lower my arms to my sides and my dress falls with them. The little spaghetti straps flutter down and the fabric falls around my feet.

Again his cock flexes, and I can see a spot of wetness on the front of his pants. “I am so fucking hard for you, Kitty Kat. And I’m about to lose my motherfucking mind knowing I’m going to get to make you mine.”

His words hit me like hammer in the center of my chest.

Rough fingers meet the softness of my hips. Inch by inch, he eases my panties lower and I close my eyes as he drags them all the way to my ankles. Then, tapping the top of each of my feet, telling me to lift. I do as he silently commands. The wetness on the fabric is clear as he brings them to his face, eyes closed, covering his mouth and nose.

He stays like that for what seems like hours, my heart racing, skin prickling, the sound of his deep breaths making me slick now where my thighs touch.

When I think I’m about to faint, he finally drops them next to where my dress is heaped on the carpet.

“FuckingJesus,” he whispers. He pulls me forward, nestling his chin between my breasts. The thick sharp hairs of his stubble perk up my nipples as frozen fire races down my spine and into my toes.

I slide my hands over his shoulders, hugging him as I’ve done thousands of times, keeping him close and warm. And for the first time, I let myself accept that he really is safe. Truly safe. And in my arms, too. “God, I missed you.”

“I’ve waited so fucking long, Kat. You have no idea how much I have wanted you. Nofuckingidea.” He turns his face to kiss my belly, my curves, the softest places on my full hips. His hands swoop up my back, unclasp my bra then tug it down my arms.

He reaches upward to take the weight of each of my breasts, and he softly kisses a line underneath them while low, desperate groans rasp in his throat.

His forehead rests on my sternum, his face again buried in my flesh as he presses my breasts against his cheeks.

He stays like that for a few breaths, my heart breaking for him. The way he stays there, silent, like he’s finally home, speaks to me in the deepest parts of my soul.

Looking down, he eases back and I watch him trace my belly button, my tummy, his eyes looking up to meet mine. The strain in his brow telling of his restraint—it almost scares me.

“I know how you felt. All those years,” I whisper. “Wanting what we couldn’t have.” And then I pull him close, slipping my fingers over his close-cropped hair, as he takes my nipple in his warm, greedy mouth, making me hiss and arch into the joy of it all.

His eyes close as he suckles me with a deep urgency. His need seems endless. All that longing, coming into focus now.

Nine

Trent

My dick feels like a missile set to launch, to bring us to destruction as soon as I get inside her. I’ve never been happier that I waited for her. Even in the moments I wasn’t sure we would get to this place, I knew I could never taint my love for her in that way.

Getting off with anyone else. Touching anyone else. Being inside anyone else. My gut churns at the thought.

But I’ve got her in my arms and nothing short of a nuclear explosion will stop me now. With Mom and Dad gone, there’s no one to hurt now but ourselves and we’ve both been hurt enough.

Her skin tastes like heaven. Like gold, like whiskey. Her nipple draws into a stiff peak between my teeth. Every dream I’ve ever had of her, every fucking fantasy, it’s happening now. Right here. Fuckingfinally.

Her creamy, sweet scent wafts upto my nose, driving me almost fucking insane. I’m fighting myself—I want it all and I want it now. Everything at once. Her nipple in my mouth. My tongue in her pussy. My cock against her cervix. Everything.

But I know I have to take it slow.

The force of my need could rip her apart. And it takes every fucking ounce of my years of military discipline to hold it all back.

She moans. She whines. I move my mouth across her soft flesh, kissing, tracing up and down.