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Because he intended to make love to Asia until it was nothing but smoldering ashes.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Asia stood uncertainly, suddenly feeling like that teenage girl he kissed in the back of that pickup truck.
Dusty stepped close and lifted a hand. He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb across her lips. His eyes searched hers, and she found it hard to breathe.
“God, Asia. If you only knew how often I’ve thought of you. I never got over you.” He smiled. “And now you’re here, and you’re even more beautiful than I remember.”
His gaze drifted from her face, lingering at the top of the cleavage revealed in the simple sundress she wore with no bra underneath. She pressed her cheek further into his palm, craving his touch. She’d yearned for this from him for so long, but she’d given up that dream, thinking he was lost to her. And now he was here, and his touch stirred all those feelings back to life. She ached for him.
She swayed toward him, and he brought his other hand up, cupping her face and pulling her lips to his hungry mouth.
Her hands clutched his waist, fisting the fabric of his shirt, and she moaned deep in her throat. That only seemed to spur him on.
One hand fell away to wrap tight around her waist and pull her body flush with his. With only the thin fabric of her dress and his shirt between them, her breasts pressed against his heat, and her nipples dragged against his hard muscles, electrifying her.
His kiss was so different from their first time. He was older now, and his body had filled out. He was much more a man than a boy. His tongue teased, teeth nipping at her lower lip, sending a sharp jolt straight to her core. The way he held her this time was thrilling, knowing no one was going to interrupt them this time; no one was going to stop them. The thrill of it added to her sharp need for more.
She got lost in his kiss, and everything fell away, Nico, the danger they were in, even the storm that banged the shutters against the building. The last six years of regrets also fell away, along with all the pain he’d caused her.
She broke the kiss, needing air, but Dusty didn’t let her retreat far. He came right back for more, taking her mouth in another hungry kiss, his tongue sweeping inside to plunder, demanding everything from her.
This time he was the one to break the kiss, but only to glide his lips down her jaw to her throat.
He nipped at her collarbone, then cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her dress, molding his hand around it and squeezing.
She’d waited so long, and she craved every touch.
“Goddamn, you feel better than I remember,” Dusty hissed softly. His thumbs went to the thin straps holding the tight bodice up that hugged her body to the waist, where it flared out. He dragged them off her shoulders and down her arms. The fabric trailed over her nipples, and then her breasts popped free.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered as they were exposed to his gaze, and for a split-second, she tried to cover herself. He stopped her, his hands tugging her wrists down. “Don’t be shy with me, Asia.” When she wouldn’t meet his eyes, he tipped her head up with a finger under her chin. “Hear me?”
She nodded. “I won’t. I promise.”
“Good girl.”
She dropped her arms, and he looked his fill. “You’re beautiful, and your tits are phenomenal. You should walk around topless every day of your life.”
She giggled at the outlandish statement.
“Of course, then I’d have to kill every man who dare look at them.”
He took one nipple in his mouth, while his fingers found the other, plucking, strumming and pinching, as a ribbon of sharp desire shot through her.
She dropped her head back and moaned, enjoying every second. No man had ever touched her like this. Oh, God, it was incredible.
Dusty walked her backward until the back of her legs hit the bed, and she plopped onto her ass.
He hit his knees before her, and his gaze locked on her breasts. “I could stare at those beauties all day. His eyes darkened, and he took the other nipple into his mouth.
She raked her fingernails lightly along his neck and up his scalp, holding him to her, arching her back and offering her breasts. He took first one and then the other into his waiting mouth.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” she murmured.
He popped her nipple out of his mouth long enough to respond. “Right now, I’m the luckiest man on the face of the earth.”
She smiled at his words, then gasped when one hand strayed up her thigh and under the skirt of her dress, moving closer and closer to the apex of her thighs.
