Heat crept across her cheeks at his words, and she shot him a playful glare. "Don't you think things are moving too fast?" Their relationship had barely taken its first steps.

Vincent placed her gently on the bed, stealing a soft kiss before pulling back with a tender smile. "As long as you want, I can make things move faster."

Katelyn cast him a sidelong glance. "In your dreams." Did he really think having her would be that simple? That wasn't happening.

Rather than continuing their playful banter, Katelyn turned away, silently making room for him beside her.

Vincent slipped into bed beside her, the sheets rustling softly. Fresh from his shower, only a bath towel was loosely draped around his waist. As he settled in, the towel shifted slightly.

Katelyn's hands flew to cover her eyes, a reflexive gesture. "Put it on, quickly," she muttered, her shyness still persistent despite their time together.

Vincent, however, had other intentions. Drawing closer, his whispered words caressed her ear. "No need."

Heat bloomed across Katelyn's face like wildfire. She knew he was deliberately testing her composure.

His hand found her waist, the warmth of his touch sending electricity through her veins. Before she could gather her thoughts, she found herself enveloped in his embrace. His simple caress awakened something within her.

She clung to Vincent instinctively, as if he were an anchor in a storm of emotions.

"Vincent, don't…" The words escaped her lips in a breathless whisper. But instead of retreating, he captured her lips in a slow, tender kiss. Each movement left her gasping, powerless against the rising tide of emotion.

Though their romance was still new, Vincent seemed to understand her deeply. His touch held an almost magnetic pull over her senses.

Though she'd intended to send him back to his room, Katelyn now found herself gripping his arm tightly. A rush of yearning surged through her veins. Her response only intensified Vincent's passion, his kisses growing deeper with each passing moment. His hands found their way to her waist. Every brush of his fingers made his self-control waver.

The moment he'd been waiting for had finally arrived. His resolve weakened with each passing second. He dipped his head, claiming her lips with tender passion before tracing a path of kisses along her jawline and down the slope of her neck. Each touch sent warmth coursing through Katelyn's body, drawing her closer to him.

Tears glistened in her eyes as she breathed, "Vincent, I want you…"

Katelyn could no longer hold back, openly sharing her desires with Vincent. She had always been open about it, never shying away from expressing herself.

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