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So did I. I held him against me and he leaned back, sliding a hand around the back of my neck and turning his head to kiss me. The warmth of his back against my chest made me dizzy.
    Without separating from me any more than he had to, he turned around in my arms and pulled me closer, kissing me passionately. I put my hands on his hips. Then his back. Then his face. Then his back again. I just couldn’t get close enough to him.
    Breaking the kiss, he was breathless and shaking when he looked at me. His tongue swept across his lower lip as he released an unsteady breath. The look on his face, that desperate, lustful look, and the knowledge that it was me that turned him on like that, was the most arousing thing I had ever witnessed.
He reached for my belt and I reached for his, both of us cursing as we struggled with the buckles.
     
As his belt jingled free and I went for his zipper, I froze.
    Brandon stopped. Looked at me. Scrutinized me the way he had when he’d sized me up before challenging me to that fateful game of eight ball. His brow knitted with concern. “What’s wrong?”
I dropped my gaze.
    He touched the side of my face. “You’ve never done this, have you?”
“I, um.” I chewed my lip. “Not with….”
“Not with a man?”
    My cheeks burned. Looking anywhere but at him, I laughed in spite of—or maybe because of—my sudden nervousness.
Touching my chin, he turned me to face him, forcing me to look him in the eye. His expression was completely serious. “Do you want to do this?”
    “Absolutely,” I breathed. The only thing stronger than my uncertainty about what I was doing was my certainty that I wanted to do it.
He smiled. He drew my face to his with his fingertips and kissed me gently. “I’m glad you told me.”
    My cheeks were on fire now. “So you would know why I was being so clumsy?”
“No.” Grinning against my mouth, his lips barely left mine as he whispered, “Because now I’ll be sure to take my time and make it memorable.” His tongue parted my lips, and his hands went back to my belt.
    Willing my own hands to stay steady, I unbuttoned the top of his jeans and found the zipper pull. The front of his jeans was stretched tight over the thick erection beneath, and I let the backs of my fingers follow the rigid outline of his cock as I drew the zipper down. His mouth silently encouraged me, his kiss intensifying each time I touched him through his clothes.
    Hesitant, uncertain, I slid my hand through the open fly, and when my fingers closed around his cock, he gasped hard enough to pull the breath out of my lungs. I stroked him slowly, gently, as curious and fascinated as I was aroused. A moment later, his hand was on my cock as well, stroking me just as he had in the parking lot.
    He broke the kiss but didn’t pull away, just breathing against me. Finally, he swallowed hard and said, “Why don’t we get the rest of these clothes out of the way?”
    Need trumped uncertainty and I nodded, ignoring the nervousness in my gut as we released each other and quickly got rid of the rest of our clothes. Together, we lay on his bed, the slow, tender kissing and touching completely belying the feverish desire that sizzled between us.
    Perhaps I’d just never given it much thought, but it surprised me how sensual and gentle we were together. I’m not sure exactly what I expected. All I knew was that this surprised me. Everything about it surprised me.
    I was on my back when he raised his head and said, “Nervous?” “No,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, and I laughed. “Yes.” He smiled. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
“That’s the one thing,” I said, pausing to kiss him, “that I don’t want you to do.”
    “Good.” He kissed my neck, then my collarbone, and then down the center of my chest. When his tongue circled my nipple, sending delicious chills up my spine, I suddenly understood why women liked that so much. He paused to do the same to my other nipple,