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Once Upon A Half-Time 2(68)



“I never showered with a woman before.” I swore as her pace increased. “First time for me too.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“You don’t have to make me feel better about giving you my virginity.” She slowed her motions, but her delicate fingers wrapped so lovingly over my cock I had to force myself not to come. “I wanted it to be you. And I’m glad it was you.”

“If I had known—”

She got a little mischievous. She yanked me, drawing me closer with a sexy smile. “You couldn’t have done it any better than you did, Nate. Every time you touch me it’s good.”

“I’m not a man who settles for good.”

“You’re not just good enough.” Her words quieted. She nibbled on her lip. “You’re more than I thought you were. When I close my eyes at night, I see you. I dream of you. I wake up thinking of you.”

There she was, finally brave enough to speak some of the truth, to tell me how she felt, what she needed.

And all I had to do was drop three hundred bucks on taco supplies, cook for four hours, then seduce her while confessing more to her than I’d ever admitted to any other woman.

Best decision of my life.

I kissed her, tasting her full lip and savoring every moment our bodies touched without any barrier. She quieted again, staring at me with eyes wide with sincerity and uncertainty.

Why was she still guarded?

It didn’t take courage to ask a girl out. That was an acquired skill. I chased them, I seduced them, I fucked them, and I ran when things got too real. Mandy was the only person who untangled me from that dominating lust to show me something…more.

That’s why relationships were hard. I left myself at her mercy, begging for a relief that came from a kiss, a touch, and three simple, uncomplicated words. I risked everything to give that much of myself, to put her happiness ahead of my own. That selflessness didn’t take courage or skill.

It required honesty.

Admitting what we felt. Accepting what it meant.

Trusting her more than I trusted myself.

I pressed into her. Her hips arched, a little hope that I’d gather her in my arms and fuck her then and there in the shower.

No. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want sex. I wanted her. Completely. Mind and body and soul.

More importantly, I planned to capture her heart.

My voice growled low. “I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Her eyes widened. I kissed away the fear before she voiced it.

“I never hit bottom or stumbled into how I feel. I just loved you. I’ve probably always loved you, but I never took the risk.”

“I…” She trembled. I kissed her neck, chasing away her hesitations. “I had no idea.”

“It wasn’t a surprise to me. I can’t imagine not feeling this way for you. I can’t imagine not having you here, in my arms. I was lonely, Mandy.”

“I was too.”

“We could be together.”

She bit her lip. “But you never…wanted a commitment. Or a relationship. With anyone.”

“I never found a person who made me want that. You do.” I brushed my hands over her body. Water streamed along her curves. She tensed as I touched her tummy.

“Tell me you want me,” I said.

“I want you.”

“Tell me why you’re still hiding everything.”

Her voice turned to a whisper. “Because I’m scared.”

That ended now. “Nothing will change how I feel about you.”

“Promise?”

I grinned. It was the easiest promise I’d ever made.

Mandy welcomed my kiss, but she needed more than a touch. The girl was a knot of nerves and anxiety and stress. It killed me for her to suffer such insecurities.

Vanilla wasn’t my favorite scent, but on her it made my mouth water. I pooled her body gel into my hand and faced her with a wicked smile.

The cool soap touched her skin, and she coo’ed. I nearly poured the entire bottle over her to hear that soft breath once more.

I spun her to face away from me, and I guided the soapy streams of suds and water over the softness of her body. She sunk into me. I liked that. Gave me access to all the beautiful and curvy parts of her I longed to hold. My hands wove tight circles over her shoulders, back, and to her waist.

I watched with a perverse joy as the most beautiful woman in my world squirmed and groaned. I massaged her hips, belly, and teased the bubbles to her breasts. Even they felt tight and swollen, but I considered that a perk. The silky soap washed over her nipples, and I chuckled as they budded within my hand.

“Feel good?” I murmured, nipping her neck.

Mandy nodded. “More.”