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“Yeah?”

I looked up at him and nodded. “Yes.”

We kissed again, hotter, deeper, longer than before. The food was abandoned, and I had a feeling we’d be busy for so long thatI’d have to pitch the rest, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make for this. For him.

For us.

Pulling away, I eased Bean off my legs, then stood and took both of his hands in mine. Tugging him close, I stared into his face and wondered if I’d really get to have this for good. Could he be mine? Was I good enough? Kind enough?

Lucky enough?

“Jarek?”

“Sorry. Got lost in your eyes.” A half-lie, but he didn’t seem to notice. His cheeks flushed and he turned his head away shyly. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He shook his head. “Not used to it yet.”

Yet. Which means maybe there would be time. I shoved that thought aside and took his hand, dragging him down the hall and into the bedroom. For the dozenth time, I wished we were in my home. I wished it was finished and I could confess how I felt about him in a space I hoped to share with him in whatever capacity he was willing.

But I supposed home really was where the heart was, and considering Bean was my heart now, I’d be happy wherever he was with me.

Closing the door, I pressed him against the wall and lifted his chin to kiss him again. “You taste good,” I murmured.

“That’s because you made a good meal,” he countered.

I pulled back and laughed. “Touché.”

Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I pulled it off, tossing it to the side before I removed my own. His bare chest against mine was warm and glorious. He rubbed against me, his cock thick behind his zipper, and I quickly freed it, pulling it through the slit of his boxers and holding it against my palm.

He groaned softly, rocking his hips toward the circle of my fist. “Yeah. Yes.”

I kept my movements small and tight. I didn’t want this to be over before it began. I wanted to go through that list one by one and then go through it again. And then again, until he was as confident in his own body as he was with everything else.

“Bed?” he asked.

My knees felt weak, so I let him go and watched as he shimmied out of the rest of his clothes. The round globes of his ass shook just a little as he walked toward the bed, and I indulged in watching the way he moved until he was spread out on the sheets.

He gave me a come-hither look, so I abandoned my clothes, kicking them to the side before closing the distance between us. Grabbing the lube to slick up my thighs with one hand and bracing myself on the other to kiss him, I closed my eyes and basked in knowing he was here.

With me.

“You ready for me?” I asked.

He laughed softly and kissed me one more time. “Always.”

That was enough for me. At least, it was enough for now.

I came to deliciously achy in all my muscles and sticky between my legs, and I turned over to see that it was still dark outside the window. I had no idea where my phone was, but I was pretty sure it was close to midnight. Bean and I hadn’t discussed whether or not he planned to stay, but I could see the light on in the bathroom, so we could talk about it when he was done. After I told him how I felt because this was it.

I couldn’t hold back. Tonight had been everything I’d wanted and more, and I was sure he felt the same way. It no longer felt like a risk. It felt like an inevitability.

Rolling onto my side, I pawed at the nightstand for one of our phones, and there was a sliding noise and then a thud. His notebook hit the floor.

Had he brought it in with him, or had he gotten it after I dozed off?

It didn’t matter. I picked it up and noticed it had fallen open to his list. I couldn’t help a small grin. I wanted to do more on this list. I couldn’t wait to pick something else. I still didn’t have my glasses, but I held the book several inches away until my eyes focused, and I attempted to make out the words in the dim light.

10 Reasons Why I Don’t Love Jarek