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another sigh of relief, and it was all I could do not to ask her right then what had happened. But I wouldn’t do that to her, not now. She’d been through enough. For tonight, she needed some long overdue ecstasy.
    I rested on one arm and let my hand drift down her side, pausing on her hip. “Is this okay?”
    She nodded.
    “Guide my hand,” I said.
    “What?”
    “So I know what you’re okay with,” I whispered. “Guide my hand.”
    For a moment, she didn’t move, and I thought she’d frozen, that what I’d asked was too much for her. Just before I came up with a Plan B, her fingers closed around my wrist. She moved my hand down over her hip, then to her inner thigh. Neither of us breathed as she parted her legs for both of our hands.
    She guided me to her pussy, laying my fingers over her clit. I curled them slightly and made slow, gentle circles, all the while watching her eyes. She kept her hand on my wrist, but she didn’t hold it now. She might not have even been aware of her own hand anymore. That, or she kept it there in case panic or pain suddenly took over and she needed to get away from my touch.
    I circled her clit a little faster. She whimpered and her back arched, but she didn’t try to push me away. After a while, her hand lifted off mine and, a second later, came to rest on the back of my neck, pulling me down into a kiss. At first, a gentle kiss. Then deeper, more passionate, more confident . Then shy, uncertain. With a little more time, the confidence came back.
    The heat of her pussy against my fingertips made my head spin. I was already painfully hard, and now that I was this close to her, I needed to be inside her. Soon, I hoped, and until then, I let my hand mirror her assertiveness. When her lips moved with uncertainty, I kept my touch gentle and slow. As she pulled me closer and kissed me harder, I teased her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her, inching deeper as long as her body language welcomed me.
    Her breathing came in sharp, shallow gasps now, cooling the side of my face as she kissed me. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. Anticipation tingled at the base of my spine. Yes, baby, come for me. Don’t hold back, don’t —
    She broke the kiss. “Scott.”
    The single syllable of my name stopped my hand, my heart, my breathing. “What? Are you—”
    “I want you.” She panted against my lips. “I want you to fuck me.”
    Yes, yes, yes, you can have me . I swallowed. “Are you sure?” Please say yes. Please say yes. Oh God, baby, please say yes .
    She nodded, pulling me down to kiss her again, and if her silent affirmative hadn’t reassured me, her desperate, demanding kiss did. And if that hadn’t convinced me, I’d have deferred to her hand, which slid between us to unbuckle my belt.
    I pushed myself up, and we both managed to get my belt unbuckled and my zipper down.
    Meredith’s hands stopped and she furrowed her brow. “Shit, I just realized I don’t have any condoms.”
    “I, however, do.” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet.
    “Oh, thank God.” Then she laughed. “Scott Moore, ever the prepared one.”
    “Damn right.” I set my wallet on the nightstand and rolled on to my back so I could get out of my remaining clothes. Once they were off and the condom was on, I came back to her.
    She rested her hands on my shoulders and parted her legs for me as I lowered myself to her, but alarm raised the hairs on the back of my neck when she screwed her eyes shut. The creases between her eyebrows reappeared. Every sharp, uneven breath she drew spelled out apprehension.
    I leaned down and kissed her gently. “Are you sure about this?”
    The creases deepened.
    “Meredith?”
    I started to back off, but stopped when she hooked her leg around mine.
    Finally, she opened her eyes. “No. I want this.”
    “Are you sure?”
    She hesitated, then nodded slowly as she put her arms around me. “Yes.”
    I kissed her again. Gently, just my lips