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instrument only he knew how to manipulate, and I wrapped my legs around him tightly, anchoring myself to that delectable body and the strength it possessed.
    “Taste so good, baby.” Avery breathed against my skin. “So good. Could spend all night just tasting you.” He nipped teasingly at my belly button as his hands moved between us, and I shuddered as he unfastened and then carefully unzipped my jeans. I felt as if I were teetering on some precarious edge. Everything was hypersensitive, but I realized that I loved how wanton and eager I felt; for the first time in my life, I wasn’t hiding behind self-constructed walls, because I knew, with Avery, I was safe and always would be. Always . Avery would see to it. I was where I was meant to be, and I was meant to be with Avery; there wasn’t a single doubt resounding in my mind, and I suspected my feelings were evident in my eyes as I forced them open to watch as Avery stood long enough to tug my jeans and boxers down my hips and legs.
    He had to pull off my shoes before he could completely remove my pants, and I happily watched each move Avery made; he was so damn sexy, the way his muscles moved gracefully kept me totally transfixed. “You’re beautiful.” I didn’t feel any shame saying the words because they were honest and Avery smiled, emotions shimmering brightly in his beautiful blue eyes; in those eyes, I could clearly see everything Avery felt in that moment, and it thrilled me to know his emotions matched mine. This was indeed real . Avery wanted me. It no longer felt like a hazy dream; it felt like reality, because that was what it was—Avery Beckett had found something in me no one else had ever seen (me included), and that knowledge thrilled me. It made me believe I was more than some nerdy loser; it made me believe I was special and wanted, and I basked in the confidence that generated as Avery stood for a moment, looking down at me, stretched out on his bed and more aroused than I had ever been. It was erotic. Exciting. I knew that compared to my soon-to-be-lover, I wasn’t some masculine work of art, but the way Avery looked at me, the way his eyes devoured me with undeniable hunger, assured me Avery liked what he saw. He didn’t believe me too thin, too pale, too inadequate… whatever I was, in Avery’s eyes, it was more than enough. I smiled at him as he took a quick moment to strip himself, leaving me to eagerly drink in what was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed. Christ! He was perfect. I was dumbfounded, mesmerized; he was all enchantingly sculpted muscle—I could look at him, forever and it wouldn’t be nearly long enough, a thought that bounced around my mind as my ravenous eyes finally settled on his erection. Damn, but I gasped, seeing his impressive (and gods help me, enormous) shaft nestled in a patch of curls only slightly darker than his hands-mussed hair.
    Dazed, I pushed myself up on my elbows. “Avery….” I wasn’t certain what I wanted to say, but Avery smiled and crawled back onto the bed to lie down beside me, one arm draping over my waist.
    “We’ll take our time,” he promised, and I nodded. “If anything doesn’t feel right, or if you need time, just tell me and we’ll slow down, baby.” His lips claimed mine again, and I opened to him as we turned, facing one another, side by side. We seemingly fit together perfectly. I was molded tightly against him, and his hands were somehow everywhere. And I was again lost. I had no ability to form rational thoughts… I could only whimper and gasp in reaction to Avery’s lips on my neck and shoulders, and then he pushed me onto my back, and I went willingly, tangling my trembling hands in his hair.
    Avery’s lips again teased my nipples, and I arched my back, using the hands in Avery’s hair to try and keep him firmly anchored to me. “Please… please, Avery….” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for, I just knew I wanted more; it felt like I was