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“It’s beautiful,” I chimed, twirling so my wet hair fanned around me.
He grabbed me again, planting a kiss on my wet lips, and we danced together.
I’m sure we looked crazy and awkward to anyone passing by, but from my perspective, it was perfect.
Trace lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. I gripped the short wet strands of his hair between my fingers and leaned my head back to look up at the sky. I let out a cry of joy.
I looked down at Trace and the warmth in his eyes melted me.
I moved my hands from his hair, to his cheeks, and lowered my head to kiss him.
The rain clung to our kiss, making it that much sweeter.
Those three little words desperately wanted to escape my throat but I pushed them down. Now, wasn’t the time. Not when I had acted the way I did at the restaurant.
When I finally told Trace I loved him, I wanted it to be special, and I didn’t want the confrontation with his ex to cloud the moment. I wanted it to only be about the two of us.
“Have you had enough dancing?” He asked, meeting my stare with an intensity that caused my whole body to quake.
I nodded.
“Thank God,” he crushed his lips against mine as he slowly lowered me down his rain-slicked body. We were both soaked to the bone, but I had never felt better in all my life.
Like clumsy teenagers, we made our way up to the apartment.
I found my back pressed against the door as his lips explored mine and his hands fumbled to get the key in.
Finally, he managed, and we went slipping into the apartment.
He kicked the door closed behind us and grabbed my cheeks in his large hands.
We stumbled into the bedroom and crashed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
We were both in a hurry and awkward in our effort to rid one another of the wet garments stuck to our bodies. His combat boots fell to floor with a clatter and he lifted my dress over the top of my head. It hit the floor with a wet thump.
He sat up and pulled his drenched shirts over his head and they joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
I reached out and undid the belt on his jeans, popping the button, and lowering the zipper. He kicked them off and covered my body with his.
His hard length pressed against me and I hesitantly ran my finger over the curve. He shuddered above me.
“God, you have no idea how good that feels,” he moaned.
I pushed the fabric of his boxers down so there was nothing separating my touch.
He pressed his face into my neck, kissing a tender spot just below my ear.
“I need you, now,” he panted.
“Then take what you need,” I breathed, meeting his smoldering gaze.
Kissing me deeply, he removed my bra and panties.
Standing up, and stepping out of his boxers, he grabbed a condom and rolled it on.
“Those,” he pointed to my heels, “stay on.”
“You really like these, don’t you?” I smirked, lifting a foot in his direction.
