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“Why not?”
“Because it doesn’t matter to me. You only get so many chances to be happy and find somebody you really click with. And I’m not going to throw something like this away just because there are a few years between us.”
“A few years,” I say with a rueful chuckle.
“All that matters is that we’re both legal, consenting adults. You treat me with respect. You treat me like a princess. And you make me happy. That’s all that matters to me.”
“You’re a queen, not a princess. You’re my queen.”
“Does our age difference bother you?”
“Not if you’re okay with it.”
“I am.”
“Good.”
I pull her to a stop and spin her around so she’s facing me. The music is ringing throughout the arena, and our gazes are locked together, the frigid air between us crackling with electric current. Smiling, I lean forward and kiss her. Devon melts into me and gives as much as she gets.
The blood in my veins quickly heats up and I feel myself stiffening as thoughts of getting her home and getting her naked start flashing through my mind again.
But…the moment is interrupted by the sound of applause and whistling. We pull back from each other and see Jerry and the other security guards standing against the railing on the first deck, cheering us on. Devon and I both laugh and shake our heads.
“Clowns,” I say and give Jerry and his guys a wave. “Absolute clowns.”
Devon looks up at me, her full lips parted, her green eyes sparkling. There’s a strange look on her face that makes me tilt my head and look at her curiously.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I’m ready.”
“Ready? For what?”
A coy smile touches her lips. “The other night… in your car… you said there’s a difference between wanting something and being ready for it,” she says softly. “Well… I’m ready.”
My body flashes hot, everything around us fading in the background, and all I hear is my rapidly increasing heartbeat.
“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
9
DEVON
Dawson closes the door to the condo behind us and pushes me up against the wall.
His mouth crashes into mine, his kiss so fierce it nearly takes my breath away. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, sliding and swirling it around mine roughly, my head already foggy with desire. Dawson grips my hair and pulls my head back, making me gasp while he plants a line of kisses along my neck and nips at my earlobe. All the while, I run my hands over his toned, taut body because I can’t get enough of him and I want more. So much more.
I wrap my legs around Dawson’s waist as he picks me up and carries me to the table in the dining room. His mouth still locked onto mine, our kiss hot and fiery, he sits me down on top of the table and pulls back. He cups my face in his hands and looks me in the eye.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, baby girl?” he asks. “There’s no shame in saying you’re not. We can wait.”
As the memories of that night in his car flash through my mind, my heart races, and my mouth grows dry. The memory of his mouth on me, the feel of his fingers and tongue inside of me send bolts of electricity shooting through my veins, and as I stare into his eyes and feel the intensity of his gaze, my panties grow uncomfortably wet again. I’ve never gone very far with a guy and have no experience with sex. I’m still a virgin after all.
But the feel of his hands on my hips and the fire I see in his eyes—not to mention the bulge in his pants—has me drenched. I’ve been waiting for the right man to give myself to. And as the taste of Dawson's lips lingers on mine, I know I've found him.
“I’m ready,” I say again. “I want you.”
The corner of his mouth quirks upward. “That’s a good answer, baby girl.”
