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I started slow, letting my lips guide hers, but the moment her mouth parted and her tongue danced with mine, I was completely lost. Her fingers gripped my shirt as my hands settled on her lower waist. I could feel her—my—shirt inching up, and I was desperate to touch her. I was terrified she would run away. Whatever demons she was slaying in her head were strong, and I needed to offer her support and warmth, not convince her I was the grumpiest person alive—though that was how most people described me.

Our lips meeting was like flowers blossoming to life after a hard winter. I was completely and utterly hers. Truthfully, I’d been hers the moment I saw her crying on the ground.

“Ledger,” she moaned in a breathy whisper. Fuck.

No. Fuck. This isn’t good. Keep it together.

Nope. I was hard, so fucking hard, and because she was so short, she would feel my length pressed against her stomach any second. I needed to fix this. Make this seem like an innocent make out session. I grabbed her thighs. Her ass fit perfectly in my hands. Her thighs were big enough for me to grab onto. I loved her curves and short height.

The way her tongue fucked my mouth was everything. I tried to stay in the moment but kept thinking…er, my cock kept thinking how tight and perfect her pussy would feel.

I lifted her, and on instinct, she wrapped her thighs around my waist. My left hand went to steady her and held her by her ass cheeks. The other held her lower back over her shirt, but our mouths never parted.

“Auburn,” I groaned, pulling away for a moment. Her lips were swollen and parted, and her eyes were hooded and laced with desire.

“Auburn,” I repeated. “I’m not going to be able to stop if we continue.”

“Uh-huh.” She was in a daze. I focused on thinking about anything other than my dick throbbing at the heat coming from her core. My Sunshine was fucking soaked.

“I need to put you down. You need to leave, or I need to go to my room—” Her lips crashed against mine.

“Don’t stop.” She moaned. “Please.”

Fuck. I didn’t think we’d be here, but I needed to stick to my word. She told me earlier that it was just dinner, and my sexual appetite…well, if I had to choose a cookie in the dozen, it wouldn’t be the vanilla one. I liked to fuck like I played, full of adrenaline and primal need.

What Sunshine needed was roses, flowers, and someone to worship her. I wasn’t sure if I could restrain myself if we continued.

“Bring me to your room,” she whispered, pulling away slightly.

“I don’t need a bed to do what I want to you.”

“Do it, then,” she said in a breathy whisper. Dammit. I could be nice and gentle…right? If I tried hard, I could probably be tender.

As I let go of her, she slid down my body until her heels touched the cold wooden slats. “If we do this, I don’t trust that I will be able to stop at just kissing you.”

“Then do more.” She crossed her arms over her chest, smashing her tits together.

I couldn’t. No matter how fucking pretty she looked with her red cheeks and hair mussed?—

Wait. What is she doing?