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“I grew up with two sisters, remember? I could work in fashion if football doesn’t pan out.”
“Thank you,” I say, and our fingers brush as I take the gown from him. A jolt of electricity zips up my arm, and I shuffle backward. “I appreciate you.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m happy to help.” Shawn runs his hand through his hair, then he hitches his thumb over his shoulder. “I should, um, let you get dressed.”
“Could you help me zip it up?” I ask. “In case there are any more snags?”
“Yeah.” He nods, and his eyes darken. They look almost like dark shadows now, a dangerous shade that’s going to get me in trouble. “Of course.”
We both know what I’m doing, and we both know how this ends. I’m playing with fire, but I think I want to burn.
I step into my dress and bring it up and over my hips. I slip the thick straps onto my shoulders, and the satin feels cool on my blazing skin. Shawn watches me, his attention hanging on to my every movement.
I’ve never felt more powerful.
I turn around so my back is almost flush against his chest. His fingers dance across my shoulders and down my spine. He presses his lips to the base of my neck, and I shiver from the heat of his mouth.
“Thank you for helping me,” I whisper.
“It’s my pleasure.”
“I’m thanking you for a lot of things tonight.”
“They’re things I want to do,” he answers, and his words are sin on my bare skin. “Things I like to do.” He tugs on the zipper of the gown and drags it up my spine. It’s torturous, almost, how slow he goes. “Going to take care of you, remember?”
“Yeah.” I nod and rest my head in the crook of his neck. “I remember.”
“You look like a goddess,” he says in my ear, and his teeth nip at my shoulder. “You make me want to lose control.”
“You can, if you want.” I close my eyes and arch my back. “I’d let you.”
“It would make this more than one time between us.”
“Yeah, but we’ve kissed since then. We can be friends who kiss.” I take his hand in mine and trail his touch down my neck. I settle his palm at the top of my chest, and his fingers fan out across my breast. He makes a strangled sound from the back of his throat, and my lips curl into a smile. “Friends who fuck.” I roll my hips and feel him hard behind me, his length pressing into my backside. “Friends who take care of each other. Forget the goddamn rules.”
“Lacey,” he murmurs, and my name is silky smooth. His hand moves down my body and he takes his time, like he’s waiting for me to stop him, but I’m not going to. “Is this what you want?”
“Maybe we can keep having fun until we end our agreement. Be physical. Touch each other and make out. We both want to,” I say. I roll my hips again, and Shawn’s breath catches on an exhale. “We do what we want until New Year’s, then we can go our separate ways. Quit cold turkey.”
“Okay.” He nods into my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around his neck to pull him closer. “I’d like that. I’ve tried to stay away from you, Lacey girl, but it’s damn near impossible.”
“What do you want, Shawn?” I ask, and I kiss the spot on his throat I know he likes.
“Am I not making it obvious enough? I want you,” he answers, and my world stops spinning. “Badly.”
“You have me,” I say, and he bunches my dress at my waist.
His large palm holds the fistful of satin, and I inhale sharply. His other hand snakes around my body and traces the lines of my underwear. When he snaps the elastic against my skin, I’m transported to mind-numbing bliss.
His foot wedges between mine, and he pushes my legs apart. I relax against him and he kisses me soft and slow. There’s tongue and teeth and passion in the way he nips at my bottom lip. I feel him pour every ounce of himself into the press of his mouth, and I meet him just as eagerly, ravenous—starved—for his affection.
It’s like we’re competing to see who can drive the other the most out of their minds, and I think he might be winning.
Shawn’s fingers circle me over my underwear. His thumb presses against my clit, and a low, pleased hum escapes from his mouth.
“Already wet. I love you like this. I love having you like this.”
“How?” I breathe out, and rationality is close to flying out the window. “Horny?”
