My hands roam from his neck to his shoulders softly down his back, and then I take the biggest step. I raise his shirt, and I finally touch him where I’ve wanted to touch him since I saw him without his shirt. My hands roam to the front of his shirt, and I slowly move them up over his abs and one hand rests on his chest right where I feel his heart beating under my hand. “Justin,” I say breathlessly when he leaves my lips and slowly kisses me from my cheek to my jaw and then slowly kisses me down to my neck and right behind my ear.

“Everything,” he says, and my eyes close at the sound of his soft voice. “Everything about you is perfect.” I shiver at his words. His mouth is on mine again, and this time, I’m the aggressive one. I can’t get enough of him. I want to touch all of him. Whatever the future holds, all I want is this moment right here. It’s a moment that when I’m seventy and talking to my grandkids, I’ll tell them about this man who became my prince for a short while.

“Justin,” I say his name over and over again as he kisses, licks, and nips his way down. His hand goes under my shirt, and I arch my back, itching for him to touch me more. Itching to feel his skin on mine. “Take it off,” I say as soon as he cups my bare breast.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and I move my hips up just a bit so I’m lined up with his covered cock. “I need to close and lock the door,” he says and gets up, walking to the door and shutting it. “I don’t think I can face Dylan if he comes in here, and I’m trying to get busy with his mother,” he jokes, and I hide my face and laugh. “Don’t do that.” His voice comes out again, and I look at him as he takes his shirt off. My stomach flips, and my heart speeds up. “Don’t hide from me.”

“I’m not hiding from you,” I say, getting on my elbows. “I’m just shy.”

“Don’t,” he says, coming back to the bed and standing at the edge. “Don’t ever be shy in front of me.”

“But …” I start to say. “I just ….” I try to find the words, and I know this could totally change the course of tonight. “I’ve been with one man my whole life.”

“What?” he whispers.

“I mean, you knew I wasn’t a virgin,” I joke, and he just shakes his head. “But Andrew was the only one I’ve been with, and I know …” I try to not make eye contact. “I can guess you’ve had your share of women.”