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Brent helped Candace back to her room once they returned from the market. By the time they got to their floor, they were both laughing hysterically, getting more hysterical the longer they discussed the woman’s comment.
“Think we’ll make the small town gossip?” Candace asked as she stepped inside her room.
He pressed his palms to the doorframe of the open door and smiled. “Always.”
She blushed and pulled a lip between her teeth. He damn near groaned as his cock stiffened.
“I should probably let you get back to… whatever it is you want to do with your day,” he said.
Her eyes flickered down to his pants and the smallest widening of her eyes told him she saw exactly what was happening.
“Or,” she whispered.
“Or?”
“Or I can come over to your place and we can warm up together.”
He raised an eyebrow, but immediately schooled his features. She was taking the initiative, and that wasn’t something he had expected.
He took her crutches in one hand and wrapped an arm around her waist to help her walk back to his room. Once the door closed behind them, he pressed her against the wall and smashed his lips against hers, discarding the crutches against the opposite wall.
They shed their winter coats, and his hands skimmed under her sweatshirt before helping pull it over her head and discarding it off to the side. And then doing the same with the tank top she wore underneath.
He slipped his fingers in between her panties and skin.
“Are we doing this?” she whispered.
“Do you want me to stop?” He pressed a kiss to her neck as he pushed her leggings and panties to the floor.
“God, no.”
He dropped to the floor and removed her boot long enough to gently remove her clothing before securing the boot back on her ankle. Then he stood up and resumed kissing a trail down her neck to the strap of her bra, as if nothing had stopped him.
His hands skimmed up her back and took hold of the fabric, unclasping it. He watched the fabric sag between them before sliding to the floor.
Candace stood before him completely naked, and he couldn’t help but stare. She smirked, and it was hot as hell. She was possibly the most confident woman he had ever met, and it made her more attractive because of it.
Her small breasts were perky, and her nipples pebbled at the air—inviting him to suck. He leaned forward and took her nipple between his teeth and bit down lightly.
She gasped and leaned heavily against the wall, her hips jutting forward and connecting with his hard erection, which still strained against his pants.
He groaned and pulled back. “You are incredibly sexy. I hope you know that.”
“I know.” She smiled and unbuttoned his jeans, loosening them, before slipping her hand inside and grasping him firmly at the base of his shaft.
He grunted when she tugged him, and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. She knew exactly how he liked it.
Rough, without being too rough.
He grasped his pants and boxers, pushing them to the floor, springing himself free.
“This is what you do to me. Do you know that? Since the day I met you. This is what you do.”
Her eyes met his, and the question was there before she voiced it.
“Since the day we met?”
