overpromise, Matthew.”
“Not an overpromise,” he said huskily, and ran his hand over her hair—a sensual stroke that made her breath catch in her throat. “Are you nervous, Romy?”
“No,” she said—but a tic jumped to life at the side of her mouth and gave the lie to that. “Not...really.”
Matt pressed his thumb over the tic. “We’ll take it as slowly as we need to. I’m not going to do anything I think you won’t like, I promise. Stop me anytime. I won’t be angry. I won’t argue. I won’t pressure you. We’ll just find another way.”
She gestured to the bed, so nervous she could barely stand. “Why don’t you tell me what position you want me in so we can get started?”
“Romy! We’re not even naked yet.”
“I’d rather have it worked out in my head before we take our clothes off so we don’t get...you know...distracted.”
“Getting...you know...distracted is kind of the aim. So why don’t we just play it by ear?”
“By ear?” She reached up and touched her left earlobe, the one he’d nudged with his nose, feeling a residual tingle. “No, that won’t work.”
He looked at her for a long, quiet moment. “If you don’t want to touch me, Romy, there’s no point to this.”
“I do want to. But I...I just know I could prepare myself better if I knew where we were headed.”
“You’re overthinking it.”
“But what if I suck?”
“Then that’ll be perfect.”
“Oh!” She laughed. “You know what I mean.”
He sighed. “I want you, Romy. I want you, however this unfolds. I’m telling you that straight. And you know how important you are to me outside this room, which means I have to know this is what you really want. So tell me. Tell me you want me.”
“I already t-told you.”
“Tell me again. Make me believe it. Or this stops now.”
Her pulse leaped—fear, excitement. “I want you.”
“Tell me you want me to not only make you pregnant, but to make you come.”
Another leap. “Oh God.”
“Tell me.”
“Fine. I want you to make me come, and come, and come.” She rolled her eyes at him. “There. I said it. Now can we get on with it?”
“Come and come and come,” he repeated.
“Well...yes.”
He smiled. “Pfft.”
“Pfft?”
“Three orgasms is for amateurs. Let’s make it four.” He turned her to face the bed. “You want to talk positions? This is how I want you. Go and lie facedown across the bed with your hips at the edge.”
Her hands went to her zipper. “Should I—?”
“Leave your clothes on. We’ll do this first orgasm fast so you can relax.”
Romy went to the bed and took up the position Matt had instructed her to take, her heartbeat now at a gallop. Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God, this was going to happen, it really, really was. She was about to find out why all those girls had followed him all over campus, why so many women since had put their lives on hold waiting for him to come back to them even though history told them he’d never do it. She’d know the secret to being the one for him, and she didn’t care
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