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I laugh and tickle my fingers along his jawline. “Please don’t mess with perfection.”
His hold shifts to my waist and he turns me around. “Welcome to my room at the clubhouse.”
The room’s a simple, homey square. Slightly larger than your average hotel room. A king-sized bed with a rough-cut lumber frame takes up most of the floor space. A similar style of dresser stands against one wall. A nightstand next to the bed. A reading chair, lamp, and small bookshelf in the corner.
He sets my bag in front of the dresser.
“Bathroom’s in there.” He points to the right.
I hadn’t noticed the closed door. The dark wood seems to blend into the walls.
“Are we returning to the party?” I ask.
He lifts one shoulder. “Up to you.”
The closed bedroom door doesn’t do much to muffle the sounds of the party downstairs—or the obscene noises from the hallway. But it’s easier to hold a conversation in here.
“As much as I enjoyed meeting people, I’ve been looking forward to spending time with you,” I say, hoping he feels the honesty in my words. It’s only been a couple of days since our hike at the park, but I’vemissedhim.
He brushes his knuckles over my cheek, pushing my hair out of the way. “Same, firecracker.”
Dex
“Can you give me a minute?” Emily asks.
“Sure.”
She leans over and swipes her backpack off the floor, carrying it into the bathroom with her. Curiosity flows through me, but I stop and take off my boots and hang my cut in the closet.
The party was more than I expected. Too loud and crowded to hold a conversation for long. I liked Emily hanging out with Lilly and Hope, though. And I loved how sweet she was with Sparky. His quirkiness didn’t seem to faze her one bit.
The bathroom door clicks behind me.
“Dixon.” My given name in Emily’s low, husky voice lands in my chest.
I turn and find her leaning against the wall with one arm stretched above her head and one hand on her hip, like a classy, modern pin-up girl.Skin.So much creamy skin visible. She stripped down to nothing but a dark green lacy bra with cups so sheer I can make out tight pink nipples and panties so fucking tiny, they barely hide a thing.
“Turn around,” I rasp.
She goes up on her toes and executes a neat spin.
“You ride in that little green floss?” I ask, stepping up behind her.
“Not yet,” she says over her shoulder.
Fuck. I fit my hands into the dip of her waist, sliding them down to her hips. “You bring this up here for me?”
“Well, the bra I was wearing earlier, but yes, I put the panties on with onlyyouin mind.”
A simple thing, but fuck do I like that I’m on her mind when she’s doing something simple like picking out her clothes. I flex and squeeze my fingers into her hips, loving how soft and pliable she feels under my hands.
Desperate to touch more of her, I slide one hand under the flimsy triangle of satin barely covering her skin. Her body tenses, ever-so-slightly. I cup her throat with my free hand, stroking my thumb against her pulse and gently bend her back against my body.
“Let me show you how much I like this.” I don’t wait for an answer, just push my fingers lower, groaning when I slide against her slick skin. “Open for me.”
She inches her feet apart and swallows hard, her throat working against my palm.
“Good girl.”
