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As if he can read my mind, he says, “You’ll take me so well, Princess. We’ll go slow.” He presses into me. He’s slow and gentle. Ever so gentle. But still, It burns. The sensation isn’t like anything I’ve imagined. Like being cut open, invaded–in the best way.

The moment he starts to slide into me, I know I’m ruined. His eyes are on me measuring my reaction as he drives himself deeper into me. My body welcoming him.

His brows are cinched together as he slowly pushes forward. “Breathe. Relax and breathe.”

I didn’t realize I wasn’t breathing. That might be why I feel so lightheaded. I take in a deep breath and when I exhale my legs fall apart a little more.

Joshua pushes in further and I feel every inch of the invasion. I welcome it. I savor it.

When he’s fully seated in me, he lets out a long, “Fuck.”

I gulp. My core is on fire as I get used to the fullness of him.

When he withdraws, I feel my soul reach for him to come back.

I shouldn’t want him this badly. It goes against everything I’ve ever stood for. I tell my own sisters not to ever let a man take something from you that you aren’t willing to give.

But that’s just it–isn’t it? I’m choosing to give myself to Joshua. Despite his history. Despite our inevitable future. He might be a mistake, but he's a mistake I'm willing to own up to.

I’m choosing this moment and I’m choosing it with him. So when he pushes in again, I meet him with my mouth greedy with the need for him.

He kisses me back, slow thrusts, constant pressure. He knows exactly how to make my body sing for him.

His hands explore my skin and I reach for him, nails digging into his back. There’s nothing that feels wrong about us twisted into each other like this. It feels like it was always meant to be. Like it was always meant to be him.

He drops his head into the space between my neck and my shoulder. I breathe him in. And he does the same. Slow tantalizing movements. He reaches a hand between us and finds my clit. I instantly react to the touch, pushing myself into him more.

“You feel incredible, Cassidy. You have no idea.”

His movements pick up and I feel that flame ignite into a full on wildfire. The wave crests and I moan out his name. He quickly covers my mouth pumping into me until he has to muffle his own cry of pleasure and stills between my legs.

We don’t move for a moment. Allowing each other to recover. He slowly slides himself out of me and I feel what it feels like to miss something you know is meant for you to have.

He cleans us up and slides into the bed, covering us with his comforter.

“Stay,” he whispers into the back of my neck.

And I can’t tell if he means to stay the night. Here in his bed. Naked with him.

Or forever.

I kind of wish it were both.

Chapter 21

Joshua

“What’s all this?” Keelan strolls in, sweaty and flushed. Back from another run.

“Breakfast,” I say, motioning to the array of food. “The pancakes are a little undercooked, the bacon is a little overcooked. But I think I’m nailing the eggs.”

I pick up the pan and scoop the scrambled eggs into a bowl before they get too rubbery.

Keelan stares at me, water bottle dropped to his side.

“What?”

“What did you do with Hicks?”