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He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t say that. But it’s changed how I see things. I know we had a bad start. And that’s my fault. But things are different now. I know that all this is complicated. We don’t live near each other and it was supposed to be just a fling. But flings don’t feel like this. I would know.”
His speech isn’t embellished with a lot of beautiful words. The dinner is a romantic gesture, but Brett is straight up when it comes to what he thinks and feels. And I’m starting to realize that he’s dead serious.
My stomach twists again, and my heart skips a beat. And I allow myself to feel what I feel, because this is something I didn’t dare to hope for.
But it’s happened anyway.
He feels something for me. Something a lot more serious than lust.
“I’m in love with you, too,” I answer.
“Yeah?” he asks, cocking a grin, and the old Brett, cocky and self-assured, shines through.
“Yeah,” I say and giggle. “Against my better judgment, I’ve fallen for you.”
“Thanks for that,” he says sarcastically, but a smile plays around his mouth, and happiness rises inside me like dough.
Brett stands and grabs my hand. He pulls me up against him and kisses me, and my stomach erupts in butterflies. I melt against him and sigh into his mouth when his tongue slides over my lips.
I’m serious when I say I’ve fallen for him. Brett is everything I thought I didn’t want in a man, but I can’t get enough of him. He was the guy I thought I hated the most. But it turns out that’s not quite true.
When Brett breaks the kiss, I’m out of breath. I want him—my skin is on fire and I ache to have him inside of me.
But he cups my cheek before running his fingers through my hair.
“Let’s eat first, sweetness,” he says. “Because if we walk away from this table now, I know we’re not coming back to it.”
I smile at him and nod. We should eat first. But God, I want him for dessert.
The meal is perfect—Brett ordered it from room service and it arrives on silver trays with domes over it, lifted with a flourish. We eat and we talk and we laugh, and nothing has ever been more perfect than this night. Brett and I are closer than ever, and I’m starting to wonder how we’re going to bridge the ocean between us when it’s finally time to go home.
I don’t know if I have what it takes to break this off when it’s time to leave.
When the meal is finished and we’re both tipsy on wine, Brett stands and takes my hand. I stand, too, and he looks into my eyes. His eyes are dilated with lust, lips parted, and he looks at me like he wants to devour me. But there is something else in his eyes, too—something more than just lust. He looks at me with affection, and it makes my heart beat faster.
When he kisses me, it’s soft and sensual. He cups my cheeks, and our tongues lazily swirl around each other. Brett tastes like wine and something all his own, and the combination has to be the best thing I’ve tasted in a while.
Slowly, while we’re kissing, Brett slides his hands down my neck. One hand trails down my back. The other hand slides to my breast, and he holds me in the crook of his arm while he kneads and massages my breast.
I gasp into his mouth. My breathing becomes shallow and erratic. My need for him blossoms at my core and I’m getting wet. The wine loosened me up, and his kisses set me on fire.
“We should go inside,” Brett murmurs against my lips.
I nod.
He breaks the kiss and steps away from me, leading me inside. When we walk to the bedroom, Brett pulls me close and reaches around me. Slowly, he unzips my dress. His movements are painstakingly slow. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he reveals my body inch by inch. As he pulls the zipper down, the dress peels away from my body.
I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples tighten in the cool air of the room.
When the dress is unzipped, Brett pushes it down over my hips, and it falls to the floor. I stand before him in my heels and panties, and nothing else.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Brett says, his eyes sliding to my breasts. “And it’s not just because your body is to die for.” He glances up at me. “It’s because you have so much confidence in the way you carry yourself. Fuck, you’re incredible.”
He kisses me before I can respond, and his hands find my breasts. I moan when he squeezes them, pinches my nipples, rolls them between his fingers.
When he slides his tongue into my mouth yet again, I sigh.
He’s such a damn good kisser.
