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Oh.

I can feel his smile against my skin.

“Don’t get smug.”

“Way too late for that, Peachy.”

I pull his mouth back to mine before he can say anything else.

This time I’m the one kissing him first, and I love the way he immediately gives it back to me. When my nails drag down his back and his breath catches against my mouth, satisfaction shoots through me.

I did that.

His hands move over me, and mine keep moving over him until even the clothes we have left on start feeling like they’re in the way.

I reach for the button of his jeans.

I get his jeans open and push them down as far as I can reach before he has to take over, sitting back long enough to drag them the rest of the way off. One sock comes with them. The other doesn’t.

“Seriously?” he mutters, reaching for it. He yanks off the stubborn sock and tosses it somewhere behind him. “Your turn.”

Something flutters low in my stomach at the words, but I don’t want to stop long enough to be nervous about them.

I push my jeans down over my hips, and Wyatt helps when I get impatient, tugging them the rest of the way off before dropping them beside his. My socks follow, one after the other, and then he’s coming back over me before I’ve even registered where any of it landed.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, hot against my hips, and this time he doesn’t ask. He watches my face as he starts pulling them down, and I lift my hips to help him, my breath catching when his knuckles brush the inside of my thigh on the way.

Then they’re gone too, tossed somewhere over the edge of the bed.

Now I’m completely naked and he’s still wearing his boxer briefs.

That needs to change.

Now.

I catch the waistband with both hands and tug them down over his hips. Wyatt helps, kicking out of them with the same impatience I feel, sending them somewhere onto the floor with the rest of our clothes.

Then he’s back over me, and there’s nothing between us anymore.

The realization hits me at the same time as the warmth of his body against mine. His weight settles over me, solid and familiar even though this part is anything but, and maybe I should feel shy about being completely naked beneath him for the first time.

I don’t.

I want him closer.

I hook a leg around him and pull him into me.

The rough sound that leaves him sends a little thrill through me. I’m starting to really like knowing I can do that to him.

“You like when I do that, don’t you?”

His eyes meet mine, his pupils blown so wide they’re almost black.

“Keep talking like that and see what happens.”

I giggle, ridiculously delighted by his response.

Oh, this is fun.