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His expression changed, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.

It was softer, almost like he wasn’t sure what to think, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I should’ve just shut my mouth and ended this thing right then and there.

I didn’t.

I kept rambling. “And now, I’m in my head about it. I keep thinking no guy is gonna want me when they can have a woman who is more experienced, and so far, no one has proved me wrong. I certainly don’t have a line of men waiting outside my door. You Fury men made sure of that.”

He opened his mouth to speak, and I lifted my hand and shook my head, stopping him in case he had something to interject. “It’s not your fault. It’s me… All me.”

I was spiraling.

I knew it. I could feel it, but I couldn’t stop myself.

I kept babbling. “There was the delivery guy. He wasn’t all that good-looking, but he seemed to be into me. And there have been some dads that I’ve met through work who’ve been intriguing, but I would never cross that line. That’s wrong on too many levels.”

“Smart move.”

“It’s the only smart move I’ve made where men are involved.” I shook my head. “I’m hopeless.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been. Not only had I just admitted everything, but I’d admitted to the one person I never wanted to know. He took a step toward me, and his eyes glowed with intensity. “You’re far from hopeless, Emery.”

“I’ve never had sex, Cole.” I don’t know why I used his real name. It seemed appropriate for the moment, but I may have misjudged the moment because he flinched when I said it. “That’s pretty hopeless.”

My words hung between us, and after several moments, he took another step closer. I could feel the heat radiating off of him when he leaned in, and my gaze dropped to his mouth. That was a mistake. A very, very bad mistake.

I had to curl my fingers, pressing my freshly manicured nails into my palms, just to keep from reaching for him. Or worse, leaning forward and kissing him. God, how I wanted to know what his lips would feel like against mine.

I was tingling all over, and the man hadn’t even touched me. He just looked at me with a mix of longing and regret, and whispered, “I need to know what you want.”

“I just told you.”

“You told me a lot, Em.”

“I think if I have sex it will help me get out of my head.”

“And you want to have it with Coop?”

“Honestly, no… I’d rather it be someone else.”

“Who?”

My eyes met his as I admitted, “You.”

I couldn’t believe I’d just admitted it out loud. I also couldn’t believe that he didn’t seem horrified by the idea. His eyes remained trained on mine as he asked, “Are you just wanting sex, or are you wanting to learn how to be good at it?”

“Both.”

The answer came out so quickly I barely had time to think. I blamed that on him. He was so stupidly handsome, and all close and smelling good. Of course, I wanted to have sex with him. But that would mean being intimate with him, naked with him, and that could end in disaster, especially when I tended to get in my head like I did.

I suddenly found it hard to breathe and shook my head. “No. Neither. Forget it. This is too much.”

Ravage lifted an eyebrow, and I caved. “Okay. Maybe.”

His mouth twitched, but there wasn’t anything remotely humorous about his eyes when he asked, “You’re serious about this? You really want me to teach you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then, sleep on it.”