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“No one’s ever asked me that before.”

“Seriously?” He kisses my knuckles. “You’re in control. Tell me how to make you scream my name.”

“I…” I bite my lip. The guys I’ve been with before always had a routine. Make out. Play with my breasts or my butt, depending on which feature was their favorite. Condom. Then race for their orgasm.

I’m lucky my breasts are sensitive, so I usually orgasmed too if I could get the angle just right when they slid their cock into me, but I’ve never been the one to decide the order of events.

I’m not sure I know what to ask for.

He smooths his thumb between my eyebrows. “You’re thinking way too hard about this, Comet.”

“I want you to…” I slam my eyes closed.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into a bear hug. “If you want to stop, we stop. I won’t pressure you if you aren’t ready.”

My stomach pinches. “Do you want to stop?”

Was I wrong? What if this is an itch to get out of his system? What if he looks at every woman the way he looks at me?

I thought I could be okay with that, but with the reality of his question, one night won’t be enough. I can’t sleep with him tonight, then pretend we weren’t together.

My breathing intensifies. What am I doing?

He cups my chin, bringing his gaze to mine. “I’d fuck you every day for the rest of my life if you let me. Have you seen you? Holy hell, Comet, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Your sassy mouth. Your passion. I can’t get enough, but if you’re having second thoughts, I’m content to be near you.”

Tears spring to my eyes. I dash them away, but I’m not quick enough.

He tucks the hair behind my ears. “I’m sorry.” He kisses my forehead. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I smack the back of my hand against his chest. “These are happy tears. Why are you so nice to me?”

Chapter 19

Landon

I’ve never made a woman cry when I’m hoping to have sex with her. Zoe says she’s crying happy tears, but uneasiness builds in my chest.

She needs to know I’m not sweet-talking her just to get in her pants. She is an amazing woman, and she deserves the best life has to offer her. Her pleasure should be paramount, not mine.

Honestly, I already have what I want: time with her.

Everything else is whipped cream on top.

I gather her into my arms and rub her back. Her toes are cold against mine. I snatch one of the throw blankets from the basket on the end of the sofa and wrap it around us and settle on the sofa with her on my lap.

“Zoe, you should expect people to be nice to you.”

“This isn’t how this was supposed to go.” She buries her face in her hands. “I’m messing everything up.”

I peel her hands away and kiss her cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”

“Do we?”

“Whatever you need.”

Her mouth twists. I didn’t answer the question.

“What are we doing?” Her voice is a whisper against my chest.