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We untangled each other’s limbs from the other, and I moved a step back, making sure she was stable. “Yeah. I said I wasn’t proud of it, but I also won’t deny I liked knowing you were safe, untouched from those assholes that would use you and leave you.”

She knitted her brow. “But you didn’t know that. They could have been really sweet, Brendan.”

I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, because I didn’t want any guy, asshole or gentleman, being with you.”

More silence stretched.

“That’s … intense, Brendan.”

I nodded. She lifted her head and looked me in the eye again. “You didn’t have to tell me that.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“Why then? Why not keep that to yourself, because you have to know that’s kind of crazy.”

I nodded again. “Yeah, it is, but I love you, and I want to be honest with you. I want you to know there is no one else for me. I wanted it all laid out there, Meghan.”

A part of me regretted telling her, but I knew this was the right thing.

“You know you wouldn’t have had to scare anyone off. I only wanted you.”

My heart started beating harder at her words.

“I love you, Brendan, and I wish so much time hadn’t passed where I kept all of this bottled up.”

I cupped her face again, so fucking glad she hadn’t pushed me away. She would have had every right to after what I admitted, but she just looked up at me with this sincerity in her eyes.

My girl loved me, and I was so not going to fuck this up.

“I still want this,” she whispered.

I felt my cock jerk.

“This is about you and me,” I said, looking into her eyes. “It’s always been about you and me. I want to show you how good this can be, how good I can treat you.”

“Be my first, Brendan.”

I closed my eyes and groaned. Knowing she was pure, a fucking virgin, made me feel like a fucking dirty bastard for what I wanted to do to her.

“I’ve never had sex either, Meghan,” I said again, wanting her to really know the truth of it. I wasn’t ashamed of admitting that. I didn’t even care that some guys would think this a lame-ass admission. I was proud I had never been with anyone else. She was it for me, always had been, and tonight we’d give each other our virginities, and all would be fucking right in the world.

Meghan would be mine.

“God, is this for real?” she seemed to whisper to herself.

“Baby, this is as real as it gets.”

Then I kissed her again, showing her with my body just how much I meant my words.

It didn’t matter if I had never had sex, because I knew as soon as I was with Meghan, as soon as I was deep in her pussy, claiming her virginity the way she claimed mine, things would just fall into place.

Perfection happened like that.

I crushed her to me again, speared my hands in her hair, and kissed her until we were both gasping for air, and I felt like I was about to shoot my load right in my jeans.

I’d jerked off so many times over the years thinking of Meghan, picturing myself with her and the sweet satisfaction of finally having her.

This was my reality now, and fuck, would it be perfect.

I had my hands on the sides of her neck, holding her still as I mouth fucked her. And there was no other way to describe what I was doing to her.

She arched into me, her breasts pressing into my chest, letting me feel how hard her nipples were. She was primed for me. I knew that without a doubt.

Hell, I was ready for her now. I could have gotten off just from kissing her if I let my control slip any more.

When she was panting against my mouth, I pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss. Hell, I didn’t want to, but as hot as it sounded fucking her right up against this wall, I wanted her in my bed, my scent surrounding her, and her hair spread across my pillow.

I had her away from the wall, but still in my arms, a second later. Burying my face in her neck, I inhaled deeply, getting drunk on her scent. I was still stunned at the fact this was happening.

When I was in the bedroom, I carried her over to the bed, laid her on it, and just stared down at the woman I loved. God, she was perfect, and mine, and I wanted to go slow, to make this last, but I was having one hell of a time keeping my control reigned in. I might never have had sex before, preferring to save myself for the one girl I loved more than anything, but hell, I knew I could please her.

She was at the top of my list, my priority, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy.

“Come here,” she said softly, and I didn’t even think about not doing what she wanted. Hell, if she wanted me on my hands and knees and crawling to her, begging to lick her pussy, I would have gladly done that and asked for more. Shit, just thinking about doing that, spreading her pussy lips with my fingers so I could feast on her, had me crazy with desire. I wanted to palm my cock through my jeans, stroke the fucker before I put it in her.