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Letting my inhibitions go, I dropped my towel and moved my naked body to the sultry beat. Cool air rushing over my fevered skin, I circled his space.
I skimmed my fingertips over the glossy top of one of his nightstands, each one holding a dark metal lamp and a cream-colored vase. Tapping my feet, I traced the satiny gold coverlet draped across the foot of his bed. I twirled around the buttery-soft leather chair where he seemed to spend a lot of his time, pretending it was my partner like I’d once imagined him being all those years ago.
I was so caught up, I didn’t realize he’d stopped singing. But I heard the door open.
Whirling around, I gasped. He stood in the doorway, steam accompanying him like forest mist.
I saw him, and he saw me.Allof me.
Our gazes connected for a long throbbing moment. Time seemed to stand still, and then it sped up. Super-fast, he moved toward me.
Letting out a nervous squeak, I ducked behind his chair. Thankfully, the high back covered me.
“Don’t hide now.” His eyes hot, he shook his head. “Not after you’ve shown me those amazing tits and that lush ass of yours.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t have an amazing anything.”
“You’re wrong. Holy hell, woman. That image of you naked is burned in my memory now.” His lips curving seductively, he crooked his fingers. “Come out and let me look at you some more.”
“No way.” I shook my head.
His image was the one that burned. His loose hair was a dark cape around his wide shoulders. Dampness clung to his smooth skin, making it and his cape of hair glisten. With him in only a white towel tucked and hanging low on his narrow hips, I could see a very tempting vee and the happy trail that disappeared beneath the cotton.
“Come here, now,” he said and pointed to a spot in front of him.
“I can’t.”
Desire making some parts of me swell and other parts of me weak, I gripped the back of the chair. But I couldn’t look away. His cock lengthened, lifting his towel. Heat blasting my cheeks, my mouth parted. I gulped in oxygen, needing more air.
“Let me make you feel good,” he said, a request that felt like a command.
But it was like no command I’d ever received because I wanted to go to him. I wanted him to make me feel good. It had been so long since I’d experienced desire.
“Come,con bu?m xinh d?p c?a tôi.”
He stretched out his arm, and I stepped out from behind the chair. I was conscious of each footfall that separated my legs, the air stoking the hot ache between them.
“What did you call me?” I placed my hand in his, keeping my focus on his eyes. The stark hunger within them was intimidating, but the warm tenderness was familiar. Barry always treated me with care.
“My beautiful butterfly.” His hand closed around mine gently as if my fingers were as fragile as gossamer wings.
“You remembered,” I whispered.
“I remember everything about you.” He walked me backward toward the chair I’d abandoned. “It’s not possible to forget.”
“I tried not to think about you,” I said.
“Why?” He removed the elastic from my ponytail and spread my loosened hair around my shoulders.
“It hurt too much.” My heart thrummed inside the cage of my chest.
“I won’t hurt you.”
He skimmed the back of his hand across the swell of my breasts. When my nipples tightened to fine points, I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Do you trust me to make you feel good,con bu?m c?a tôi?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “I do.” More than trusted, I believed he could.
