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have something I wanted to tell you tonight.”
    He leans back so he can see my face. “Okay. I have something I wanted to tell you too.”
    I smile. “Me first.”
    He nods.
    “I’m ready,” I whisper near his ear.
    His muscle s tense at my touch. “No.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I’m fine, baby.”
    “Well you might be fine waiting, but I’m not. I want to, Colt. Don’t make me beg.”
    He studies my eyes, checking for any signs of wavering. I stare back at him, sure of my decision. “I want this. Trust me, okay?” I kiss him quickly, pulling back to see his reaction.
    “Are you sure?”
    I nod, meeting his eyes.
    His breathing goes shallow and he nuzzles into my neck, planting soft kisses all along my jaw. “You are amazing. I am the luckiest guy in the world.”
    My stomach tightens in anticipation, waiting and wondering what’s going to happen next. Being with Colt is nothing like being with Wes. Where Wes was clumsy and nervous with sweat coated palms, Colt is confident and relaxed. “I guess there’s a benefit to your history with other girls. You know what you’re doing,” I murmur at his touches.
    “ There’s never been any other girls but you.”
    I pull back for a second, and smirk at him.
    “I’m serious,” he says. “None of that mattered to me anyways. But this…this is important to me. I’ve never had sex with it meaning something more. So this will sort of be a first for me.”
    I smile at his words, and lean down to kiss him again.
    We kiss passionately for several minutes, until I’m panting at the anticipation of going farther. When Colt’s hands find my hips and pull me closer, I groan against his mouth.
    He pulls back sharply. “It doesn’t have to be tonight.” At my frown, he continues. “We don’t have to stop yet, but we also don’t have to go any further. Okay?”
    “Stop backing out. If you don’t want to sleep with me…”
    He chuckles, low and deep in his throat. “Yeah, that’s it.” He shakes his head, kissing me again.
    Sensing that Colt may still need more convincing, I take matters into my own hands. I want to show him that I am ready. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. I’ve been shirtless in front of him before, but never without a bra. I reach back to undo it, fumbling with the clasp. Colt’s fingers find mine and the clasp springs free. I chuckle. Yes, he is good at this. He pulls his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the floor, along with my bra. It doesn’t even occur to me to be self-conscious. I want this with him. He pulls me to him and the contact of our chests rising and falling together is amazing.
    “Do you have protection?” I breathe.
    “ Shh. We don’t have to do this.”
    I force his chin up to meet my eyes, glaring at him. “Don’t make me beg.”
    He reaches into the nightstand beside the bed and removes a square package, setting in on the bed beside us.
    My stomach is a ball of nerves. Seeing that package makes this all more real.
    His hands roam up my back, starting at the base of my spine and massaging as he moves up. We continue kissing while I plot my next move, and push down the tingle of nerves in my stomach.
    His cell phone buzzes loudly, vibrating on the night stand. At first annoyance flares inside me, then I remember, hardly anyone has his new phone number. “That’s your new phone. Should we see who it is?” I murmur against his mouth.
    Instead of answering, his tongue caresses mine, coaxing my mouth open as he deepens the kiss.
    The second time the phone buzzes, I reach for it with my free hand, wondering who has his new number. “Bria?” I read the screen.
    He stops kissing me abruptly and reaches for the phone. I hold it tight and read the text.
    Hey hotstuff. What should I pack for London?
    What the hell? Colt reads the text over my shoulder and winces. He didn’t want me to see this. He didn’t want me to know she was going to London with him.
    “ Bria’s