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They stood together. His lips were a mere fraction from hers. He was so close that they were breathing the same air. She could smell the intoxicating scent of him—he smelled like heaven: a subtle blend of soap and grassy aftershave mixed with an indefinable masculine note that was all him. The essence of him had infused itself on her senses and it had gone to her head faster than the champagne they’d enjoyed tonight. She was still tipsy from the champagne and the freedom of bidding Josh a final farewell, but she was drunk on Cullen—his taste, his scent, the way she imagined his body would feel on hers.
She wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly they were in each other’s arms. In one heated motion, he’d pulled her into his embrace and backed her against the door, kissing her all the while. Just as he had possession of her body, he’d stolen her heart. She wanted to tell him he could have them. Both of them. They already belonged to him, but she did not have to say it.
He understood.
He laced his fingers through hers and pressed their bodies together. She felt him respond to her as parts of him swelled and hardened. The feel of him sent heat thrumming through her. The simple sensation of his mouth on hers swept her away into a world that was theirs alone. The past couldn’t touch them and the future seemed a million miles away.
Things between them were different now. Or maybe it had always been this way, but right now, in this moment, this thing that had been brewing between them felt deeper and impossibly right.
For the first time in a long while, Lily’s guard dropped and her heart opened to possibility.
He let go of her hands and wrapped himself around her, shifting his body to deepen the kiss. Her hands explored the expanse of his shoulders, trailed down the hard muscles of his back.
His kisses sent spirals of ecstasy unfurling in her belly. That shimmer of heat sparked and yearning flamed and burned deep and hot. She couldn’t remember when she’d wanted a man as much as she wanted him. The thought of making love to him right there in the foyer sent a hungry shudder through her whole body. Suddenly she needed him naked and on top of her so that he could bury himself inside her.
Now.
Right now.
But Cullen had different plans. He led her out of the foyer. At the base of the stairs, he scooped her up and kissed her deeply as they made their way upstairs.
The journey to his bedroom was the longest path she’d ever traveled, longer than the car ride home, longer than it had taken them to arrive at this moment.
When they finally reached his room, he set her down and they stumbled through the doorway, pulling at each other’s clothes, driven only by the burning need to get closer, closer, until their bodies joined as one.
Somewhere between the car and the bedroom, he had lost his tie, and the first couple of buttons of his shirt were undone.
As tongues thrust and hands explored, she was vaguely aware of him unzipping her dress. She shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in her panties, thigh-high stockings and the high heels she had worn with the dress.
He inhaled sharply and moaned at the sight of her standing there. He held her away from him and looked at her for one reverent moment.
Then his hands were on her breasts and a little moan of pleasure escaped her own lips. His touch was possessive. She wanted him to possess her. Every single inch of her.
She unbuttoned a few more buttons on his shirt and pulled it over his head, wanting skin on skin. Wanting to touch and be touched. Wanting his hands on her body in places that had ached for him since the first moment she’d seen him. His hands slid down her bare back and cupped her bottom through her panties, pulling her to him.
As her body begged for the hardness of him to find its way home, she reached out, unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper. He moved to free himself of his clothes.
It had been a long time since she’d allowed herself to fully want, to fully trust, to be this vulnerable, but all that mattered now was how much she needed him. Because his need for her was evident and it made her feel powerful and beautiful. Strong and desirable.
He wanted her exactly the way she was.
No man had ever made her feel this beautiful before.
After the rest of her clothes had fallen away, he walked her backward to the bed and laid her down, covering her with his body.
