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wanted that too. So much that the words made their way to the surface before I could stop them.
    Deep breath in.
    Long exhale out.
    Till.
    And Doodle.
    “I love you. I’m not going anywhere. I swear.” His eyes flew to mine.
    “Oh, God,” he groaned.
    “There is no way I could ever leave you, Till. I. Love. You,” I breathed, moving even closer. It could have been an innocent and friendly declaration of love.
    But, once again, it absolutely wasn’t.
    That was all it took; his mouth crashed against mine. Finally, those sculpted lips that had haunted my dreams—both day and night—moved against mine. It was needy and frantic.
    It was overdue.
    I pushed him down flat as I swung a leg over to straddle his lap, forcing my core against his.
    “Doodle, please,” he pleaded for me to stop even as he lifted his hips to meet mine.
    The contact made us both gasp. His hands roamed up my back and down over my ass while his head threatened to divide the pillow in an effort to escape me.
    “I can’t have you without claiming you for forever.”
    “Then claim me. I’ll claim you too.”
    “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of, Eliza. ”
    I sucked in a surprised breath. If Till had actually known my name before that moment, I couldn’t have been sure. But just the sound of it on his lips had ruined it for anyone who would ever utter it after him.
    With one quick swoop, he sat up and tore my dress over my head. His mouth latched on to my bra-covered nipple, sending tidal waves of heat crashing through my body.
    “Till,” I moaned, threading my fingering into his hair.
    “Someone touch you like this before, Eliza?”
    My breath caught as his hand made its way down to my panties.
    “Huh?” he asked, demanding an answer.
    “No,” I hissed, rising to my knees to allow him more room. Every nerve ending in my body was homed in on the gentle movement of his rough fingers.
    “Good,” he purred then leaned up to cover my mouth with his own.
    His tongue slid against mine, smooth and practiced—at least, on his part. Tilting my head, I greedily took his mouth deeper. I wasn’t experienced, but when he groaned down my throat, he made me powerful and brave.
    His finger found my swollen clit, working me while his mouth stole the breath from my lungs. My hips glided with his rhythm. I was too lost in his movements to even care how wanton I looked.
    I was in his arms.
    “Say it again. Tell me you won’t leave,” he tried to order, but it came out as a plea. Then he moved his oral assault to my neck.
    “I swear.”
    “Why not?” he questioned further, and a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.
    “Because I love you.”
    A deep rumble of approval vibrated in his chest. Suddenly, he removed his hand and rolled so I was on my back, and he settled on his knees between my legs. I was small and Till was huge. He all but manhandled me. Though it wasn’t rough, it was definitely rushed.
    His chest heaved as his eyes flashed between mine, occasionally glancing down to my bra and more than once to my panties. He swallowed hard.
    “I want it all,” he whispered, licking his lips before continuing. “Every single first you have to give, I want it.” As he spoke, his eyes melted, becoming far younger than his eighteen years and a stark comparison to his physical appearance. They were unsure and dire.
    I pressed myself up. While holding his eyes, I reached back and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall down my arms. “Then they’re all yours,” I promised.
    A strangled sigh escaped his throat, and his dark eyes heated in a way I had never seen before. Looping his fingers in the pink cotton, he dragged my panties down my legs, discarding them on the floor beside us.
    Completely exposed, I lay in front of Till, awaiting his next move. His eyes traveled over my body, but his hands were frozen at his side.
    “Till,” I whispered.
    “Shhhh.” He continued to stare.
    Never in my life had I been naked in front of a man. It was