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“Dylan!” Aubrey shouted from her bedroom upstairs. “I need your help with something!”
I made my way up the stairs and into her room, stopping dead in my tracks.
What I saw nearly knocked me on my ass.
AUBREY
I wasn’t nervous.
Not even a little bit.
I took off my dress and hung it on the hanger, taking my hair down and letting the soft curls and waves fall around my face. My panties and bra were next, throwing them on the floor next to my bed. I pulled the comforter back to the end of the bed to just lie under the white sheet, barely covering myself before I called out Dylan’s name.
I would never forget the look on his face when he walked into my room.
It was a memory I would take to the grave.
He leaned his shoulder against my doorframe, folding his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the side.
“Is it bedtime, baby?”
I smiled. “Why don’t you come here and find out for yourself. I saved the best spot for you,” I said, patting the bed.
He pushed off the doorframe, slowly taking off his suit jacket and then tie and throwing them on the armchair in the corner of my room. He walked over to me in four precise and calculated strides. Each one more alarming than the last.
He leaned forward, crawling toward me in the middle of my bed.
“Do you need me to tuck you in, darlin’?”
“Sleep isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” I purred in a seductive tone.
“Is that right?” he drawled out.
I determinedly nodded, softly kissing his lips. “No more talking, just be with me. Just you and me, right?”
“Always,” he breathed out between kisses.
“Touch me, please.”
I wanted to feel him in every possible manner.
“Where?” he groaned into my mouth.
I placed my hand over his heart. “Here.”
He growled as he opened his mouth, slipping his tongue passed my parting lips. Working it in ways that had my legs spreading to wrap around his waist, my arms quickly followed, doing the same around his neck. He gripped the back of my neck, bringing us closer but still not nearly close enough. I wanted to be one with him. No space or distance between our ravenous bodies. His lips crashed into mine, kissing me gently, adoringly, fervently. Savoring every last touch, every last push and pull, every last movement of his lips working against mine. As if I was made just for him.
Only for him.
He pulled back a little, resting his forehead on mine to look into my eyes. To cripple me in ways I never thought possible. There was a hunger in his glare that I couldn’t quite place, he wasn’t even touching me and yet I still felt him all over. Both of us were panting, our breathing mirroring one another’s, our hearts escalating higher and higher and beating beside each other.
So intense.
So consuming.
So mind-blowing.
In that second, in that minute, in that hour… I wanted him.
