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And I never thought I’d say this, but…”

“Yes?” she said when the silence drew out.

“I’m kind of looking forward to the slow buildup.” Besides, I still had a lot to tell her about myself and my lifestyle. She wouldn’t change overnight.

“You really don’t mind?”

“Part of me does,” I said honestly, “but I’ll give him some attention later.”

She grinned and rolled her eyes.

“Until then, I think we should celebrate our new relationship.”

“Let me demonstrate.” I kissed her, and she sighed as I eased her back to the blanket.

“Too soon to tell. You’d better try again.”

We kissed slowly and let the heat build. Then I moved my hand to her stomach and watched her expression. She gazed up at me calmly, so I lifted her sweater and pulled her thin blouse from the waistband of her jeans. I stopped when she hissed.

“It’s okay,” she said quickly. “Only, your hand’s cold.”

“Do you want me to take it away?”

She searched my eyes.

“It’s much warmer in here,” I said. When she still didn’t say anything, I eased my hand up her stomach.

Then I chuckled. “That’s twice.”

“They aren’t.” She laughed softly. “But a lot of ’em are. I’m so small up top.”

“You aren’t small,” I said as my hand closed on the soft flesh of her breast.

“You’re just saying that ’cause you wanna cop a feel.”

“I’m already copping a feel,” I said. “So why would I lie?”

“I thought all guys like big boobs. My brothers do.”

“You mind if I talk about a couple of my exes for a moment?”

She frowned at the non sequitur.

“I’ve been with girls who were nearly flat-chested and ones who were double D’s, and d’you know what I liked best?”

“Lemme guess,” she said sarcastically, “the bi—”

“The ones in my hand.”

Her eyebrows flew up.

“Big or small, round or flat, perky or saggy… the only thing I care about is, ‘Can I touch ’em?’”

She laughed in spite of herself.

“So,” I said with a raised eyebrow, “can I touch ’em?”

She rolled her eyes. “You already are.

“Then they’re my favorites!”

“I got lucky the moment I met you.” I looked into her eyes. “Everything else is just icing on the cake.”

She drew me down for a kiss. When we finally came up for air, I slid my hand out from under her sweater and rested it on the button of her jeans. I arched an eyebrow and waited, but she didn’t push me away.

I popped open her jeans and lowered the zipper. Then I eased my now-warm hand into her panties. I grinned down at her.