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between her legs ignited and she wiggled under him hoping to soothe the ache, but only succeeding to fuel the fire. Her movements didn’t go unnoticed as Brice inhaled sharply over her. His smile faded and was replaced by a look of hunger so intense that it sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine.
    Then it hit her, she was going to have sex – with Brice. What if she was horrible at it? What if she did something wrong? What if it never worked out and things never got back to being normal between them again? Her body froze under him, nervousness leaving her temporarily paralyzed.
    “Hey.” His voice was soft and reassuring, and it pulled her from her frozen state.
    “Hey.” She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat.
    “Are you overthinking this?”
    She nodded, a guilty smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
    “Don’t think.” He smiled again as he brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. “I’ll never, ever hurt you.” His smile and the warmth in his gaze broke through to her, allowing the fire to rage once more.
    “I know.”
    He lowered his lips to hers, claiming her and she did as he instructed; she pushed her insecurities and worries to the back of her mind and focused on the marvel of his body and the feeling he was invoking within her. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, she pushed it up, anxious to feel the hard muscle underneath.
    Sensing what she was attempting to do, he released her lips and sat back on his heels, remaining between her legs and pulling the shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. He undid the final two buttons on her blouse as her eyes explored his chest. Every line of muscle was perfect, his skin a tanned, golden colour.
    “Your body. It’s amazing,” she whispered. Her eyes dropped down over his stomach to the large bulge under his boxer briefs. She traced the lines of muscle downward until she reached the waistband of his briefs. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she gave them a tug so his erection sprang free, standing strong and proud for her.
    “Well, I work out,” he teased. At the sound of his voice she raised her stare to meet his eyes.
    “Now sit up. You’ve seen me twice, it’s my turn.”
    She started to sit up and paused.
    He could see the indecision beginning to force itself past her need for him. “We only do what you’re comfortable with. No pressure.”
    “No pressure.” She sat up and kept her eyes trained on him as he gently pushed the blouse off of her shoulders and then reached behind her, unclasped her bra and slipped it from her, leaving her chest bare to him. Unlike the previous day, she wasn’t shy. She leaned back, bracing her elbows behind her back on the bed and arcing her back, pushing her chest forward for his benefit.
    “My God, I can’t believe I never noticed how stunning you were until now.” He leaned forward, kicking off his underwear, and placed a hand at the side of her head as he brushed his lips across hers. His hand slipped between them, down the length of her body until it reached her skirt. He quickly undid the two buttons holding the skirt together and the material parted to reveal her black lace panties.
    Brice’s lips left hers and slowly made their way down the front of her neck and down the valley between her breasts. She sucked in her breath expecting him to tease her tightening nipples, but he merely paused. He continued down her body; with each inch he came closer to her mound the higher her arousal became. By the time his teasing lips reached her panties, her hands had become tight fists as she waited with anticipation.
    “I’ve never…”
    Brice looked up and waited for her to continue.
    “I mean. No one has ever...”
    He didn’t comment, but nodded his understanding. Sliding from the bed, he pulled her bottom to the edge and gently pulled her panties down her legs and off. Trina bit down at her lower lip when he leaned over and kissed the top of her shaven mound, the heat of his breath