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God, kissing him was everything.

I climbed over his legs and seated myself in his lap. His hand slid around my waist and down over the curve of my ass. “Fuck, Poppy. You’re killing me here.” He pulled me onto him and I felt him, right there. Hard and thick through his jeans.

A bolt of pure lust went through me.

“Do you know the single best moment of my life?” he breathed the words onto my lips. “It isn’t winning state last season or being named captain. It was watching you fall apart, hearing you cry my name. I’ll never forget that as long as I live. And when you—if—you ever gift me with that chance again, I’ll be Aaron the Luckiest.”

“You did not just say that.” I chuckled, toying with the hair at the back of his neck.

“Too much?” He grinned.

“Way too much. But I kind of loved it.”

The air crackled around us, thick with lust and full of anticipation. I wanted him.

I’d always wanted him.

But were we moving too fast?

I’d waited years for this moment… years. And now—

“Poppy?”

“Yeah, Aar