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She looks up at me with fire in her eyes and says, “After you have the experience of choking on someone’s dick, you can feel free to teach me all about managingmygag reflex.”

I can’t help the deep rumble of laughter that rolls out of me. “Just so you know, the more feisty you are, the more I want to fuck you.”

Her eyes widen before her lips curl into a smile. “Good.”

I set one knee on the bed next to her and, wrapping my arm around her lower back, I slide her closer to the headboard so she’s lying in the middle of my bed and I’m kneeling between her legs. On her back with her heavy breasts falling to the sides and her knees spread on either side of my hips, she’s a vision. One I wasn’t sure I’d ever see.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, her brow furrowed together as her gaze slips across my face.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just taking this moment in. You’re fucking breathtaking, Evie.”

She gives me a small smile, then her eyes rake down my chest to where our bodies meet, my dick resting along her belly and my hips pressing into her open thighs. “You’re not so bad yourself, Husband.”

Hearing her call me her husband has a vise painfully tightening around my heart.

“What was that?” she says, her eyes narrowing.

I hear the worry in her voice, and I don’t know if it’s better to say nothing, or to tell her what I’m really thinking.

“Honest answer?”

Her hands stroke up the sides of my ribs as she stares at me. “Always.”

“I’m a tiny bit scared of you right now.”

She laughs lightly, but it’s a nervous sound. “Scared of me?”

“Scared of finally handing my entire heart over to you, Peaches,” I say, dipping my head and brushing my lips over her forehead. “It’s always been yours and, in truth, you’ve been breaking it, bit by tiny bit, our whole lives without ever knowing it. Now, you could shatter it, if you wanted.”

“Or...” she says, smoothing her hands from my sides, up my back, and over my shoulders as she pulls me down to her, “...I could put it back together again.”

Our lips meet tentatively, the kiss softer and sweeter than any we’ve had. We’re both aware of the huge change tonight’s revelations have made in our relationship and the significance of taking this next step together.

Wrapping her lower legs around my ass to pull me closer, she deepens the kiss, and I try not to let the weight of the shift in our relationship overshadow this experience. She arches her back, letting her nipples graze my chest as my hips push forward, the base of my cock sliding along her wet seam. Her silken flesh caresses my aching dick, and I can tell by her soft moans that I’m hitting her clit. At first, she meets me thrust for thrust, but then she breaks away from the kiss, whispering, “More.”

“I need to grab a condom,” I say.

She threads her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, tugging slightly as she breathes heavily. “Do you, though?”

“Peaches,” I say, my tone one of warning. “If I’m bare inside you this first time, I’m never going to want to use protection.”

Her big brown eyes search my face. “As long as you’re clean, which, I assume you are, I’m okay with that.”

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against hers. I know I’m clean. Even though I’ve never had sex, I still get tested regularly because, obviously, there are many ways to contract a sexually transmitted infection.

But damn, the idea of us being together like this has me feeling things I didn’t expect to feel. It’s not just the anticipation of having sex for the first time, and having it be with the only person I’ve ever loved, but...I’m not even sure how to explain it.

“You still alive up there?” she asks with a light laugh.

Shit, I think I stopped breathing for a minute.

“Yeah. Just processing all this.”

“Listen, Luke,” she says, tilting her head back so I’m forced to lift mine. “We don’t have to do this, or we can use a condom if that makes you more comfortable. I just want you to know that I trust you, and I’m okay with whatever you want to do. It’s not like you can get me pregnant.”

My chuckle causes our chests to collide, reminding me that my dick is pressed right up against her. “Oh, Iwantto do this. I’m just taking a minute to absorb what this means for us. Taking this step is a big deal.”

Her hips rock up into me, sliding her pussy along me again. “I’m ready for this step if you are.”