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Stag’s lips quirked up and he leaned forward to press a kiss to my forehead, then lower, on the tip of my nose, and then he took my lips, drawing me into an apple-flavoured kiss that went from sweet to spicy in an instant.

My breathing was rasping by the time he pulled back to look at me.

“Can we go back to bed? Can we do it again?”

Hell yes.

Chapter Thirty-Two

She was made for me. She had to be, because anyone else would have found me insensitive, offensive, or borderline obnoxious, so many times. Not her though. Claudia accepted my faults, and offered me patience and love. Yes, love. She fucking loves me.

I thought I was burdening her with my feelings, but instead I was manning up, as they call it. I was being my best fucking self, because that’s who she deserves.

“Can I… Jesus, this sounds pathetic, but can I be on top this time?”

Claudia giggled, dragging me over her as she eased back onto the bed, her knees coming up at my sides to brace me on top of her.

“Fuck me, Stag. Fuck me right now.”

Whoa. Straight to the point. Wasn’t I supposed to do the foreplay thing first?

“Now, Stag. I’m wet, I’m horny, trust me. You just told me you love me, and I want to celebrate that with you.”

She reached between us, stroking my cock as she tried to guide it inside her. I caught her wrist and tugged it away, grinning at the frustrated look on her face.

“Stag!”

“What? If I’m on top this time, don’t I get to drive?”

Claudia giggled, trying to rock her hips up against me, as I reached down to slide my fingers between her legs. Whoa. She wasn’t kidding. She was wet as hell. I eased two fingers inside her and she moaned, lifting her hips again in response. Fuck yeah. I wanted to be deep inside her again, to bring her so much pleasure that she’d scream. Could I make her scream as she came? Fuck. What if I don’t make her come? What if I get mine, and leave her unsatisfied? What if I can’t do this if I’m the one in control?

Danno’s words flooded my head. Give her at least twice as much pleasure as I get. Orgasms are great apologies. That’s great advice unless the one thing I can’t do is get her off. Jesus.

“Stag, look at me.”

I don’t know when I released her hand, but Claudia slid her fingers into my hair, cupping the back of my head and tugging me closer to her.

“What’s going on?”

I swallowed hard, feeling like the biggest, most pathetic loser on the fucking planet.

“I watch porn,” I blurted, and groaned, scrubbing my hands over my face as I pulled away from her and cursed myself for my dumbass words. I shoved up from on top of her and rolled to sit beside her. What a dick move. She can’t see my fucking lips now. She started to move, and I shook my head, rolling back and onto my side beside her, watching her move to mirror me.

“Sorry. That’s such a stupid thing to say in bed. It’s just… I watched a lot of porn over the years. The women all get off, and scream, and every fucker knows how to make them do that stuff, and what…” I cleared my throat, trying to find a voice I didn’t even need to speak to her, because I could mouth words soundlessly and she’d hear me in her own way.

“Go on,” she said, resting a palm against my thundering heart, pounding away in my chest as I revealed the inner loser that’d always been there inside me.

“Porn makes it all look easy, but when I think about what I’m gonna do, I get unsure of myself.”

She smiled. “Don’t waste time thinking, Stag. Do what feels right. Your instincts will get us there.”

“Yeah, but if everything I’ve heard or seen on shows outside of porn is correct, then most men are shit at getting women off. So, I dunno. Which one’s me? Am I gonna get you off like a porn star, or am I gonna leave you unsatisfied? The last thing I want is for this to be crap for you.”

Claudia smiled, rubbing her hand lightly over my chest, like she could ease my panicked heart with her touch. Hell, maybe she could. It felt like she was.

“None of this stuff is the same with every person, Stag. Every time you got me off before we had sex was perfect, so you know how. You’re just second guessing something that came naturally to you. If you don’t get me off during sex, you can get me off right after. We’ll find our way, but what matters is that we’re both in it, and enjoying it.”

“And if I don’t get you off while I’m fucking you, how can you be enjoying it as much?”