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“Your body and your heart, Lola. If you tell me to kiss you, then I am going to take it as acceptance that you are my woman.” He smiled and there was no uncertainty in it. There was nothing in it but a promise. I wasn't sure what that promise was yet, but I kind of wanted to find out. “If you tell me to kiss you, then from this day forward, you are mine.”
I hesitated for a second, letting his words filter through the lust filled fog that clouded my mind. I knew what he was saying. Just like he knew what he was asking.
I didn't know why Dion was so obsessed with me, but he was. And strangely, I was ok with that. I had tried fighting the attraction between us. Hell, I’d avoided his calls and made everyone promise not to tell him where I was. And yet somehow we had ended up in the same position we had found ourselves in all those months ago. Except now it was in my kitchen with the weak winter sunlight hitting us through the blinds and my legs wrapped around his waist.
It was wrong and yet the most natural thing in the world. It felt right to be like this with him, even when I knew it was going to cause me nothing but pain and heartbreak in the long run. Men like Dion didn't get into relationships with nobodies like me. That kind of thing only happened in romance movies.
This wasn't a romance movie. It was my life, and Dion Granger was going to ruin it again.
Only this time, I wasn't sure I cared.
“Yours,” I whispered back.
“Mine,” he repeated, and his lips came crashing down.
DION
There was no sweet taste of peach lip gloss on her mouth like there had been the last time I had kissed her. Her lips were bare but so unbelievably soft that I could see myself kissing them forever.
That was the effect she had on me. The moment I had seen her, I had wanted her, and the months apart hadn’t done anything to dampen down that want. It was more than she was a ray of light in the fucked up darkness of my world, more than the fact she was purely good.
It was because she washer.
I was drowning in her even when she wasn't around, and that was fine. I was ok with drowning. Death by Lola seemed like a really good way to go.
A really, really good way to go.
I’d die a happy man as long as I could keep kissing those perfectly plump lips.
“God, Lola.” Pulling away slightly, I rested my forehead against hers as I tried to catch my breath.
“God,” she parroted back. Her fingers pressed to her lips, and her eyes were hooded.
Biting back a groan, I tightened my grip on her, parting her thighs a little more. I needed for her to know just what she was doing to me. Her lips, her breathy little voice and that damn look on her face had me on the verge of exploding right there and then before I'd even touched her.
Rocking my hips into her rewarded me with exactly what I wanted. Another little moan and the shocked widening of her eyes.
“Do you see what you do to me, Lola?” My lips hovered over hers again. But I didn't kiss her. Inch by inch, my fingers stroked over the lace of her panties. “Do you feel what you do to me, what you've been doing to me since the moment I first saw you?” As gently as I could, I pressed the tip of my finger over her clit.
Her reaction was instant. Her back arched, and she grabbed at my wrist. Not to pull my hand away, but to keep it there. She had done something similar at the Summit Awards, when I'd rubbed her almost to orgasm under the table with her brother sitting on the other side of her. She had grabbed my wrist then as well. And just like then, it hadn't been to stop me.
“Do you remember when I did this before?” Lazily, I circled that spot. Pushing her hair away from her face, I nipped at her ear. “Do you remember what I did afterwards in the hotel room?” Cupping her suddenly, I pushed down hard with the heel of my hand. Not waiting for her reply, I carried on. “Do you know how much I've dreamt of that moment and wished it had been different?”
Lola tensed slightly against me.
“I wish I'd taken more time with you, Lola. Worshipped you like you deserve to be worshipped. I'm going to fucking worship you now. Every inch of your body. Because I want to know all of you. I want your creamy pussy on my tongue.” Shuddering with longing, I ground my hand against her. My fingers dipped to the hem of her already wet panties. Soon I'd touch her damp skin. Sink into her.
And lose myself in the pleasure only she could give me. But first I wanted to taste her.
“I want to feel you quiver and clamp around me.”
“Di–Dion.” Her hips moved, dancing against the pressure of my hand. And I didn't even try to hide my smile. “What do you want, Lola?”
In answer, she made the most adorable whimper.
“What do you want?”
“You.” This time she didn't even hesitate. “I want you and all of what you just said.”
