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“There’s no way it's only been three days.” Her wet body pressed against my T-shirt and dampened it. “We must have fallen into a time-warp continuum.”
“Then we’d better not waste any more time.” I didn’t even bother to offer her a towel as I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. She could dry off beneath me on the bed.
Paranoid, I checked the door again just to make sure it was lo
cked. “We have to be quiet,” I told her, flicking on the TV as a cover.
“I can be so quiet. You’ll never even hear me. It will be like I’m not even here.”
The shit she said. I let out a laugh before I caught myself. “That kind of defeats the purpose, then.”
Dakota grinned as she lay down on the bed. “It sounded better in my head than it did out loud.”
Ripping off my shirt and pants I climbed into bed and propped myself up over her. “You’re both adorable and sinfully sexy. I don’t know how you manage it.”
“It’s a mystery.”
I kissed her, then dug in my nightstand for a condom. I reached between her thighs and found her already wet. I raised my eyebrows. “What was going on in that tub?”
“I may have started without you,” she said.
Damn. I loved how uninhibited she was. Dakota owned her sexuality and that was a hell of a turn-on.
Then she pushed her hand on my chest. “I want to be on top. I’ve been thinking about riding you all day.”
I shifted out of the way. Like I was going to argue with that. “Whatever you want.”
When I was on my bed, she wasted no time. She eased herself down onto my cock and I gripped her hips, still warm and damp from the bathtub. A few random bubbles still clung to her skin here and there. She started to move on me, slowly, rolling her hips.
It was a great view. Her hands went up to her hair and her eyes drifted closed. She clamped her lips closed, clearly trying not to moan. I would have never thought silent sex could have its own strange appeal, but with her, it did. Reaching up, I cupped her breasts and teased at her nipples.
That forced a small cry out of her mouth before she caught herself.
Then she reached one hand out to grip the headboard and found a faster rhythm. Her hair fell forward, hiding her face from me. I wound it around my hand and yanked it back so I could see her face. She gave the tiniest of gasps at that, her eyes glazed with passion, cheeks and chest flushed pink with arousal.
Brandon.
She didn’t speak my name. She mouthed it. On her orgasm.
It was so beautiful that it took everything I had to hold back until she was finished riding out her silent waves of passion.
Then I let myself explode as she slowed down her moments, giving a naughty smile of satisfaction, easing her grip on the headboard.
When she fell against my chest, all full tits and dewy skin, still on my cock, she whispered in my ear, “I’m going to like living here.”
I was one hundred percent in agreement with that.
Chapter Twelve
The girls had voted to walk to school, so we had to get up even earlier than if we took the train. I threw on shorts and a T-shirt, put my hair in a messy bun and tried to wake up. I grabbed my coffee mug and my keys and followed them to the door. They were in their uniforms, backpacks in hand.
“You’re taking your coffee with you?” Willow asked. “Don’t you have a to-go cup?”
“No. And yes, I’m taking it with me.”
“That’s so embarrassing and weird. It’s a mug.”
“Someone carrying an actual coffee mug is one of the least embarrassing things I’ve seen in New York.”
