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Placing her butt on the kitchen table, I reluctantly let her go. Standing between her spread thighs, I pull a chair out for her.
“Ryder?”
“Hmm?”
She licks her lips, causing what little blood I have left in my head to rush south with a vengeance. All she has to do is glance down and she’ll know how badly she affects me. My erection throbs for a relief I’ll only get when I’m buried deep inside her. I need to get my reaction under control before I frighten the life out of her.
“You need a tee shirt on.”
I blink in surprise. “What?”
“You’re too much of a distraction like that.” She waves her arms around, indicating my naked torso.
I smile. “I’m distracting you?” I move closer and inhale sharply when my dick comes up against the edge of the table. “Well, you’re distracting me, which is why I forgot about your ankle.”
“Really? I distract you?”
I’m not sure she realizes what she’s doing, but her hands are caressing over my chest and her fingers keep rubbing over my hard nipples, a live wire straight to my dick. I’m throbbing and leaking with her touch heightening my arousal to unbearable proportions. My hands clench at my side, and I hope to God, I have the strength to not reach out and touch her. Because if I do, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to walk away from her.
It’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done if that’s what it comes to. If I know her taste, it will kill me to leave her.
Watching the trail of her hands on my skin as she caresses around my ribs, I feel close to embarrassing myself and she hasn’t even touched my dick.
“Oh!”
Her surprise ‘oh’ and the slight shake in her hands tells me she’s finally noticed what she’s done to my body.
As I stare at Dahlia’s bent head, I feel her hand start to slide lower, and I’m torn as to whether to stop her or let her carry on and see what she does. I just hope I’m strong enough to hold it together.
She palms me through my clothing and I practically explode at that first, timid touch. Then her hand slides into my pants and she uses a finger to rub against the crown of my dick, and I have to lock my knees to stay standing. Dahlia quickly looks up and meets my heated gaze before smiling and looking back down to watch what she’s doing.
Losing all reason, I cup her face in my hands, and seal my lips to hers. As our tongues meet, shivers of desire race through me.
I leave a trail of kisses along her chin and kiss the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat while I try to get ahold of myself. Hissing between my teeth, I fight my need to come.
Breathing heavily, I slowly pull away, knowing that if I don’t we won’t be doing any talking, and I don’t want her to have any regrets.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she says, her tone sad, but a wry smile appears on her beautiful lips. “I should regret it, but I don’t.”
“What?” I’m surprised.
My foggy brain needs to clear of the lust still taking hold of my body. I expected regret, not acceptance.
“I can’t regret touching you.” She rubs the frown that I know is marring my brow. “Have you seen Brittany since you’ve known me?” she asks, unexpectedly.
This isn’t a conversation I want to have while my hands are still on her.
“Dahlia.” I sigh. “Let me shower and dress, then I’ll tell you everything, but I will answer your question first.” I hesitate, and then admit, “Yes, I’ve seen her, but only because her family guilt me into seeing her on her birthday.”
I hate the whole damn situation I’m in, and for the first time since I met Brittany, I’m going to look after myself and do something for me. I wasn’t lying to my mom when I mentioned finally getting a divorce. We could even get an annulment, as we never slept together as man and wife. Thank God.
Separating from Dahlia, I pray she doesn’t notice the precum on my sweats. Before she does, I turn my back and walk toward my room. “Give me ten minutes, and we’ll talk,” I shout over my shoulder.
About to head into my room, it hits me again about her ankle. “Do you need help?”
With a shake of her head, she turns away from me. My heart drops.
“Dahlia?”
