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I can’t waitto get home.
She kissed me.
Dillon Rhodes, the girl of my dreams, kissed me.
I still can’t believe it happened, but my lips are still tingling. I’ve been licking them all afternoon, trying to get any taste of her that I can. By now, it’s long gone, and I need to go home to get it back.
She kissed me. That has to mean something, right? We’ve never done that before. Kissed in any way. It wasn’t a friendly kiss or a peck, either. She jumped into my arms, wrapped her whole body around me, and kissed me.
It killed me to let her go, but our friends were coming, and we had to go back to work. I wish we didn’t have a new client so I could have just taken her home. Maybe it’s good that I had some time to plan out what I want to say to Dillon.
This is going to be the most important conversation of my life, and as I climb out of Kye’s car, I go through my points once again.
Dillon, I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. The time was never right before, but I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t go one more day without making you mine.
I take a deep breath, twist the doorknob, and head into my place. It already smells like Dillon. Oranges and peonies. I breathe deeply, wondering where she’s at.
I turn to head upstairs and stop dead in my tracks when I see Dillon standing in the living room, a glass of white wine in her hands and red lace barely covering her delectable curves. My mouth waters at the sight, and my cock hardens quickly behind the fly of my pants. A strangled groan leaves me, and I swallow hard.
The carefully rehearsed speech that I had planned goes out the door, and instead of saying anything, I close the distance between us and gather her close against my chest.
I have to lift her up into my arms in order to reach her mouth, and for the first time, I hate being so tall. It makes kissing my woman a little difficult when there’s over a foot of difference between our heights, but I make it work. I would gladly live with a sore, stiff neck if it meant I got to kiss Dillon whenever I wanted.
“Gates,” Dillon moans softly, and I know then that we don’t have to have a conversation about our feelings.
I’ll say that words to her later. Right now, I need to claim her and make her mine.
At this moment, it’s obvious that she wants me just as much as I want her. She’s already rocking slowly back and forth against the ridge in my pants and driving me out of my mind with lust.
I take two steps back until her back hits the wall behind her, and then I take over, humping her like an animal against the wall. All of the pent-up desire I’ve felt for her is bubbling to the surface, and I’m powerless to do anything but give in to my feelings.
“Need you, baby,” I rasp against her skin.
She clings to me tighter, moaning as my hand trails up her side and cups her breast.
“Yes!” She shouts as my thumb flicks over the stiff peak of her nipple.
I need to hear her scream like that again, only this time, I want it to be my name that she’s yelling.
My hands slide down to her ass, and I grip the plump globes in my hand as I carry her up the staircase and into my room. I can’t wait to see her tangled up in my sheets. I want her scent all over my bed.
I let Dillon slide down to her feet, and she sways against me.
“Are we stopping?” She asks me, and I huff out a laugh.
“Hell no, baby. We’re just getting started.”
She blushes, and I push her back until her knees hit the edge of the bed. She gasps as she tumbles backward, and my cock pulses in my jeans as I watch her tits jiggle and bounce.
“Fuck, Dillon. You’re so damn sexy.”
She reaches for me, and I strip off my shirt as I prowl closer to her, letting my eyes roam over her. She stares up at me with hungry eyes, and I grin when they dip lower, taking in my wide chest and bulging biceps.
She licks her lips as my hands drop to the button on my jeans, and I tug them off, taking my boxer briefs with them.
My long, hard cock springs free, pointing right at her, and I think her eyes just about bulge out of her head when she gets a good look at my size. It feels so good not to have the zipper of my jeans strangling my dick.
“I’m never going to be able to fit that inside of me,” She whispers.
