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    “Declan, I thought we made it clear back at the bar that we wanted each other. This is me wanting you.” My eager hands find their way back to his pants, but are stopped by Declan’s firm grip on my wrists.
    He places my arms at my side, and we sit up on the bed, regaining normal breaths. He lifts his hands up to my face and cups my chin with one, pushing my bangs out of my eyes with the other. “Mia, I want you. I’ve never wanted someone so badly…ever. But…”
    “But what, Declan? It seems simple to me. I want you, you want me. What more is there to know?”
    He pauses, looking down at his fidgeting legs. “I’m a virgin, Mia.”
    Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. How could a man who just serenaded me with one of the sexiest songs I’ve ever heard and who kisses the way he does be a virgin? Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe—
    “I’m sorry I just blurted it out like that, and you have no idea how embarrassing this is to admit to you. I definitely want this...and you. Just not tonight. I want to get to know you better.”
    If this isn’t the role reversal of the century, I don’t know what is. It’s not that I think it’s weird—I was a virgin as a freshman too. But Declan? He’s gorgeous, he exudes sex. How the hell has he not had sex before?
    I realize I still haven’t said anything and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. So instead of acting the way a horny guy would, I think with my head instead of the throbbing sensation aching between my legs. “Okay. We’ll wait. But can we still make out? I don’t think I can wait to have those lips on mine again.”
    He cups my face with his hands and pulls my mouth toward his. “Oh, God. I thought you’d never ask.”

 
     
    My face is pressed up against a pillow, strands of long golden hair splayed out across the smooth, silken sheets. His hands reach underneath me to grope my breasts, his fingers bringing my nipples to beaded peaks.
    “Please, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” I beg.
    His tight erection skims the cheeks of my ass and then, with one quick tilt on my behalf, the long hardness nestles between my silky moist folds. My body instinctively opens for him, allowing his entrance and I moan with gratitude as he guides his way inside.
    I clutch fistfuls of sateen sheets, stifling moans with the pillow. I know I need to be quiet, so I whisper his name. “Noah…it’s so good, baby.”
    Unexpectedly, the sensation is gone and I lift my head to look over my shoulder, bewildered, before I let out a satisfying gasp. His mouth has taken over and the wetness of his tongue on my equally wet flesh is pure ecstasy. His slick movements are erratic, alternating between sweet, gentle suction and rampant, greedy licking. His expert-like ministrations cause an earth-shattering ripple to shudder throughout my body. I revert back to grabbing the sheets as the intense tremors build even more, coiling deep within.
    His tongue teases and then stiffens, breaching into me, unraveling the last of me. I pant into the pillow, replete, satisfied, on cloud nine and then I hear the laughter.
    “Good morning, babe.”
    It takes a second to register that the voice coming from between my legs isn’t Noah’s, but my husband’s. Oh my God, not again. Thank God, I never screamed out his name.
    Or did I?
    “Declan, what the hell are you doing?” I spin around, landing on my back and pull the covers over me.
    “Giving you the wake-up call you deserve,” he replies, licking his lips.
    “Are you nuts? What time is it? The girls could have….”
    “Don’t worry about the girls. They’re both still sound asleep. Me on the other hand, I’m wide awake.” He wiggles his eyebrows up and down and points to the massive erection that’s created a tent in his flannel pajama bottoms.
    I pull him up to me and he collapses on his pillow, next to mine. “I can’t believe you did that while I was still sleeping. What the hell gave you that –wait, have you been snooping