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She whimpers and bites down on her bottom lip.
I shrug arrogantly. “But that’s just me. See you soon. And hopefully, see you in something a little more…you.” I don’t wait for her reply. I turn my back, unable to wipe the smile clean. Step one was a complete success. Juliet willbe torturing herself with everything I’ve just said.
If I told Juliet she were a green bucket, she would scoff at the idea, as she knows she’s neither green nor a bucket. But because I’ve told her something she has been questioning herself about, she’ll begin to doubt everything. Food for thought, you bitch. I hope you fucking choke.
I think in her own twisted mind, she really loves Dylan. She always has. But things are not what she thought them to be. I know she’ll never leave him, so I plan on bringing the dysfunctionality of their relationship to her attention regularly. I believe he’s the only person who can hurt her, and I plan on using this to my advantage.
As I drive to work, I begin orchestrating my next plan of attack. I’ve dissected her relationship, so it’s now time to start working on something she loves almost as much—her vanity.
It’s Saturday afternoon, and Dixon and I are playing my new favorite game—strip studying. The rules are simple. For every right answer, Dixon removes an item of clothing. For every wrong one, an item of clothing goes back on.
At the moment, he’s down to one sock, jeans, and a navy tee.
He flicks through the monster textbook and smiles. “Idiopathic thrombocytopenic purpura is?”
I think over the question before replying, “A bleeding disorder characterized by too few platelets.”
He looks impressed. “Well done.” When he reaches down and slips off his other sock, I try to hide my disappointment that he didn’t reach for his shirt instead.
Thankfully, he doesn’t address my frustration that he’s still dressed. “Which of the following joints normally has three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circumflexion? The knee. The shoulder. The elbow. Or the fingertips.”
I know this answer, but I’m too distracted by Dixon’s hotness to concentrate. “Um, the knee?” I respond dreamily.
“The knee? That would be awfully painful.”
Painful? The only thing painful is the fact he’s still clothed. “Huh?” I ask, finally coming to and meeting his amused eyes.
When he raises a brow, I so know I’m busted. I try my best to appear innocent, but I can’t help but grin.
“Now Madison…” His voice is laced with promise. “If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.” He places the textbook onto the coffee table while I lean back and gulp.
He stands slowly, grips the hem of his tee, and yanks it up over his head. The moment his defined chest is bare, I press my legs together and stifle my moan. Somehow, I’ve ended up spending every night in Dixon’s bed this past week. At first, it was because I was too afraid to go home, but now, it’s because I don’t want to leave his side. Not only do I feel safe around him but I also feel myself beginning to open up in ways I never thought possible. We’ve fooled around some, but when he stopped because we were getting a little heated, I found myself wanting more.
Just like right now.
He’s absolutely gorgeous. I never tire of his slightly rugged facial hair, which sets off the blue in his eyes. Nor do I ever tire of his muscled chest, rebellious tattoo which poetically says ‘We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love,’ or that hardened V muscle, which is accentuated with a painting of dark scruff leading into his low-slung jeans.
“You keep looking at me that way and I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”
His comment doesn’t sway me in the slightest as I continue eye-fucking him. “Duly noted.”
A growl rumbles from his chest before he bends forward and pushes me back onto the sofa. I fall willingly, welcoming his weight against me. He locks my lips to his and kisses me with such ferocity he takes my breath away. I can’t keep up with his speed, so I surrender, allowing him total control. He presses into me even fartherand wraps his hand behind my neck, fisting my hair in a tight hold. The pressure increases as I duel my tongue with his.
A small knot begins to build in my belly, my body hinting at what it wants. I scissor my legs, the need to feel him pressed against me almost too much. His heated skin sets my flesh alight. Without thinking, I reach for the bottom of my tank and draw it up my body. Dixon stops kissing me and rises up, resting his weight on his palms.
Looking down at me, he smirks. “You take that off, and we’ve got a problem.”
Without a second thought, I sit up and lightly push him so he falls backward. He’s watching me carefully. I see his chest rising and falling as I shyly slip the tank over my head. I’m sitting before him in nothing but my black strapless bra and jeans.
Under his intense stare, I feel like a goddess, so I don’t cover my almost nudity like I usually would. I like that I can provoke that look in his eye because it shows me he feels the same way as I do about him.
I’m forming some crazy-strong feelings for Dixon, and if I were to scratch at the surface, I know those feelings would translate into love. I think I’ve always loved him, but now those feelings have deepened, and I can’t imagine my life without him.
Sitting up, he leans forward and draws me into his lap. When his erection presses against me, I can’t suppress the moan which escapes me. Every part of my body feels like lava, andI’m seconds away from erupting. Dixon senses my need and rewards me with his trademark mischievous grin as he reaches around and unsnaps my bra. The lacy material falls away, and a second later, I’m bare. He doesn’t break eye contact, however. He continues gazing at me hungrily.
I shift away, a touch self-conscious, but he stops me from moving by wrapping his palm around my waist. “Your body is unbelievable, Madison. Don’t ever feel uncomfortable around me. I fucking worship you. Inside and out.”
His passionate words only stoke my fire, and I feel my skin break out into tiny goose bumps. He runs a finger up my arm, his eyes focusing on each one. When I watch him glide his pointer over my shoulder, along my collarbone, and then down to my chest, my breathing begins to mount, pushing my breasts out dangerously close to his mouth.
