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squarely in the eyes. “At twenty-one I think I know my mind, Jonathon.”
    His hand drifted down to rest on her shoulder, his other on her hip. “But why now, tonight? With me?”
    “Because…” I’m not Cybil, that’s why I’ve waited. I wanted my first time to be something more than recreational fucking. Because I’m hurting, and you can soothe the ache. Because, because, because… “I’ve never in my life simply lived in the moment. Enjoyed things on a visceral level, because I always have to analyze my decisions to death. So I’m here, with you, because I want to have an experience. Something I can look back on, smile, and think ‘I can’t believe I did that’. Isn’t that reason enough?”
    His molten eyes looked deep inside her, and she felt sure he could see every little insecurity she tried so hard to repress.
    “Damn alcohol. I should be a stronger man.” He blew out a breath. “Come here, angel.” He pulled her lips to his again.
    The kiss ignited fireworks inside her once more, putting to shame the one preceding it. His mouth was confident, his lips firm as his tongue slipped between her teeth. She tasted mint and hops, and sucked his tongue. He groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her to the bed then down on top of him. His lean body was hard beneath her as she straddled his hips, feeling the length of his erection between her thighs. She wanted more, needed more as she melted into his arms.
    It seemed like a dream as he removed her clothes. First her shirt landed on the floor, followed by her pants. Her bra ended up dangling over the bedside lamp, and she didn’t care what happened to her panties once he’d tugged them down her legs. Jonathon looked her over, studying every inch of her physique, and to Phoebe’s surprise she didn’t feel the least amount of shame. Not with the way his worshipful gaze came to rest on her face.
    “I’m the luckiest man on Earth right now.” He lowered down and his lips brushed the top of her breast. “I’m not sure if I deserve you, angel. I can only hope I don’t disappoint.”
    She moaned as the tip of his tongue traced around her areola. His teeth caught her nipple and she arched her back, clawing her fingers through his hair. He suckled until it tightened into a painful peak, before he lavished the other with the same attention. His hand slipped down, wedging between her thighs. She opened to him in a wordless plea, and his finger slipped within her wet lips.
    “Oh God.” She writhed as a second finger joined his first. “Please, please, please…” He centered his attention over her throbbing clit. “I want you so much.”
    He lifted from her nipple, his eyes heavy-lidded, his smile charged with wicked lust. He pressed a finger inside her walls. She squeezed around his digit, gripping him tight as he worked in and out of her.
    “I’m going to taste you now,” he said.
    If he did, Phoebe knew she’d shatter. She grabbed at his shirt, wanting to see his naked flesh. He pulled away, turned to face her knees and grasped them, opening her wide.
    “Damn.” The word passed as a mere breath from his lips.
    He lowered down and took her with his mouth. The position seemed awkward, sort of like a one-sided sixty-nine, but God did his tongue feel like heaven. Her eyes rolled back, and all Phoebe could do was swim in sensation as she gripped the blanket.
    She’d never gotten past second base with a guy, and suddenly she understood why Cybil would write a song about what they were doing. His firm, wet tongue slid within her labia, lapping and licking, slipping and sliding, until her head spun and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. She whimpered, wanting to squirm away from the delirious pleasure. The sloppy sounds of his mouth filled her ears, while far off in the distance a girl was giggling hysterically in the hallway.
    She opened wider to Jonathon as his lips pressed over her clit. He circled his head, wrenching sharp