“Because you’re so… you. And me… well, I’m just… me, you know?” she stammered, her words not making any sense. “I was up practically all night, and you know what I was thinking about? Not my lying cheat of an ex-boyfriend. No. I was thinking of you. What you were doing, how you were. If you’d eaten without me around to remind you. And I began to wonder if that was normal, you know? To think so much about someone, especially after ending an eight-year relationship.”

She was talking a mile a minute now.

“But then, as the sun started to rise, I just decided I didn’t care anymore. I’ve spent my entire life preparing for every caveat, every detail. I research movies before I go to the theater and restaurants before I eat, and I never, ever do anything spontaneously. Hell, even moving here was planned years in advance. The only thing in my life that is spontaneous is you. And it’s thrilling and exciting, and maybe it’s too soon, but I don’t care.”

“Are you saying—”

She leaped forward, her body colliding with mine, and our mouths met once again.

Fucking hell, she still tasted like cream. Sweet fucking cream.

My mind went blank, and primal instinct took over. I pulled her closer, my hands sliding under the hem of her shirt. The soft touch of her skin drove me further, deeper. I wanted to touch her everywhere. All at once.

I wanted all of her.

But not like this.

Barely able to breathe, I pulled back, my chest heaving from the sheer restraint I was showing. For the first time, I noticed that her shirt was missing. In our frenzy, I hadn’t even realized. Looking at the floor, I found it in a small heap, forgotten and crumpled.

“I can’t do this.”

Her eyes bled disappointment almost immediately as she tried to pull away.

“No, let me finish,” I said, pulling her back into my arms. “I can’t rush this. I can’t let this be like every other time.”

“It won’t—”

My hand flew up to her lips, still bright red and swollen from our passionate kiss. That, combined with her perky breasts saying hello to me through the flimsy bra she wore, and I was about to come unglued.

“Would you let me finish?” I smirked.

She nodded, biting the bottom of her lip, as I settled my hand back on her thigh.

“Now, it might surprise you, but I’ve done this a time or two.”

She rolled her eyes, holding back laughter.

“And some, I’m not saying who, might consider me a bit of an expert in this particular area.”

“Really? This is where you want to go with this?”

“I have a point,” I said, grinning. “But none of that matters now because I don’t have a fucking clue how to do this.”

“What?” she asked, clearly clueless.