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I let out a breath of relief. “Is that really why?”

He nods. “Babe. Yes. That’s really why.” He walks over and takes me into his arms. “Trust me. It’s all I’ve thought about for the last eighty-five hours.”

I can’t help a small smile as a surge of relief filters through me. His lips drop down to mine, and he pulls back before it turns into something more intense.

He moves his mouth toward my neck, and his voice is all low and sexy when he says, “Are you asking because you want me to fuck you right now?”

Um…yes, please. The ache his words cause is pure fire straight through my system.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan as he kisses his way along my neck toward my collarbone.

He hoists me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist, and he carries me through the house, up the stairs, and to his bedroom. It’s just like the first time when he did that back at home in Vegas, but that time I think he took me to a bed because he was trying to be romantic. Today, I think it’s because he’s trying to be respectful of his mom’s house but also of me and my tolerance, given that this is new territory for me.

But up next, once he breaks me in, so to speak…he can take romantic and respectful and throw those out the window. I want the rough, sexy, lust-crazed beast that I know resides inside him.

He kisses my neck as he carries me, moving to the side to check where he’s going so he doesn’t drop me, and I link my arms around his neck as I drop kisses to his jawline and around his neck, too.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask against his skin.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, and he kicks his door open wider and tosses me on the bed. He pushes his door so it latches closed, and then he stalks toward me and nudges my legs open on the edge of the bed until he’s standing between them. He reaches down and pushes my shirt up, and he pulls both my boobs out over my bra. His eyes light up. “Look at my gorgeous wife and her perfect tits.” He leans down to press his face between them, and he reaches for them to thumb against my nipples as he kisses the sides and the valley between them.

I grip onto his arms as my hips jerk up, seeking him, wanting him, needing him.

He pushes his hips forward, thrusting, and I moan at the feel of his lengthening cock slamming against me.

“I want you on top of me this time,” he says. “I want to watch your tits bounce up and down as you bounce up and down on my cock.”

I snag my lip between my teeth as I moan. I’m nervous to be on top. I’m new at this, and I’m afraid I won’t get the right rhythm down or it won’t be as good as the first time.

I’m nervous a different angle will hurt.

He pulls back and sees the anxiety written on my face, and he brushes his lips to mine. “Lesson two. I’ll walk you through it, baby,” he murmurs.

When he murmurs like that, his voice all hot and raspy, I can’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t do just because he asked me to.

He reaches down and slides his hand into my leggings and bypasses my panties, driving his finger right into me. My back arches off the bed as I start to ride his hand.

“You’re always so ready for me,” he murmurs with a smirk as he looks up at me from between my breasts.

“It’s just what you do to me,” I whimper.

“Reach down and feel what you do to me.”

I follow the directive, sliding my hand down until I feel the erection in his shorts. And then, bolstered by what I do to him, I set my hands on his shoulders and push him off me.

“On your back,” I demand.

Excitement lights his eyes at the way I’m taking control.

He tears his shirt off before he lies back, tossing it on the floor, and I reach for his shorts and pull them down his legs along with his boxer briefs.

I stare for a few extra seconds at his naked body, my playground, as I try not to drool. This man is perfect. Muscles in all the right places, not too bulky, a perfect washboard abdomen.

And he’s mine—for the next year, at least.

Maybe more.

I hope more.