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He comes back when the house is dark. I haven’t bothered with any lights. It’s late at night, around eleven o’clock, and I have no idea where he’s been. He hasn’t answered any of my text messages or phone calls, which has me really worried. Needing something to calm my nerves, I grabbed a bottle of wine and began drinking glass after glass.
He enters the quiet house and doesn’t seem to see me sitting on the couch at first. My legs are curled up beneath me, glass of wine in hand. I’m sitting here in the dark contemplating every scenario that either involves him being dead, dumping me, or saying he’s okay risking so much on a relationship with me.
“Aud,” he says into the darkness.
“I’m here,” I tell him, waving a hand in the darkness, hoping he can see it.
He comes over to where I am and lowers himself onto the couch. He touches my cheek, running his hand slowly up and down it.
“Hi,” I say in a small voice. I can barely see him in the darkness, but I’m pretty sure he’s smirking at me. I’ve seen him do it so many times, not always directed at me. But it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen him do.
The air feels charged with electricity, but it could just be the wine and the fact that I can smell the whiskey on him. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I know something is about to happen, though I’m not sure if it’s good or bad. I just know that, in his mind, a decision has been made. Hopefully, not one that ends us.
“Just say it,” I tell him when I can’t take the silence anymore.
He gets up and turns on a low light so that we’re illuminated in a soft glow. When he joins me on the couch, he crosses his legs and faces me. I smile at him, but he doesn’t react. He just keeps staring at me so intently, his eyes wandering over my body. He looks hungry, like a starving man finally sitting down to a feast. And I hope that means he’s about to devour me. There’s something pained in his expression. I feel like he’s teetering on the edge of some internal battle. It’s time to push him over the edge.
Placing my wineglass on the table, I lean over and run my hand along his thigh. His breath hitches at my touch.
“You’re Ace’s little sister. Tell me to stop, Audrey. I don’t have enough fight in me to stop.” The Devil is in his eyes, telling me that he would love to do some deliciously naughty things to my body. “I’ve been thinking about all the ways this could go, but I’m not strong enough to stop it. I want you.”
I’ve always wanted to hear someone say those words to me. No one has ever told me that they wanted me quite like this. No one has ever made me feel so desired the way he has. I’m being selfish and I know it. There’s so much at stake, but all of that be damned.
I want him more than I care about the consequences. Fuck the consequences.
“Tell me to stop,” he hisses out again. He’s tortured by this decision—it’s written all over his face.
“Go,” I say, knowing damn well it will break his resolve. It works.
“Fuck.” He lunges forward, and we crash together in a delicious tangle of arms and legs.
Derek jerks me forward, then lays be back on the couch so that I’m flat on my back. He covers his body with mine. I love the feeling of the weight of him covering me. I buck my hips up at him as he attacks my lips. His tongue is begging for entrance. I moan and that’s all the permission he needs. Slowly, his tongue enters my mouth, dancing with my own. Circling my hips, I let him know where I need him.
“I wanna go slow,” he tells me, breaking our kiss. “I don’t want to rush this.”
We’ve never done that before. “Does that mean you won’t be fucking me from behind this time?”
He smirks at me and taps my nose. “You don’t like that?”
I smile back at him. “I never said I didn’t like it. I’ve just never had sex with you while we were actually facing each other.”
“And everybody else has fucked you that way, huh?” he asks. There’s no anger over the mention of others—more like curiosity.
I shrug and look away from him, embarrassed to say it. My sex life has always been full of missionary. He’s the first one to show me something different.
He kisses my lips quickly. “I can fuck you that way if you’d like. Doesn’t always have to be from behind.”
I flush at his words. I look down so that I’m staring at his neck. I’ve never known what to say when he says things like that to me. I don’t know how to talk dirty to a man.
“You don’t have to respond,” he says. “Not tonight, anyway. But just let me go a little slower tonight. I really want to feel you.”
I nod, and that’s all the permission he needs. His lips come down and recapture mine. His kiss is no longer urgent and full of need. It’s slower and softer. I almost miss the urgency, but I lie there and enjoy the way his lips move with mine. The easy way in which his hands travel up and down my body. He pulls at the hem of my T-shirt and up it goes. I lean forward a bit to help him in its removal. He takes a moment to look at my bra and brushes his fingertips over one of the cups. I arch into him.
He shifts to the side so he’s now lying beside me. “Do you like that?”
I whimper in response.
Derek takes the cup of my bra and pushes it to the side. His mouth covers my breast, and I let out a louder moan.
