Several?
“A–are we g-going to have… s*x?”
He presses a soft kiss on my chin, whispering, “Do you want to have s*x with me?”
A sizzle courses through me, forcing my arms to tighten around his neck. I’ve never uttered such words in my life, never been asked such words, either. It’s not what I meant.
“That only happens after you walk down the aisle with me…”
“We barely know each other.”
“We have until October to do that. At least, I know what your mouth tastes like… I know what you sound like when you’re… pleased.” He squeezes my hips.
Heat creeps up my neck.
“I know you love football, roses… I know how old you are…”
My eyes flicker open. I’m not surprised, but I didn’t think he’d ever bring up my age.
“You know a few things about me, too,” he says before stroking my back.
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