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“Goldie.” His voice again grumbles and makes every muscle in my stomach quiver. “Why do you let them treat you that way?” His eyes search mine. He wants an answer, but I’m certain he won’t understand.
“It’s always been like this.”
“Your brother better hope I never see him again,” he says, tilting my chin up just enough so his mouth hovers over mine. We’re sharing air, and I want nothing more than to breathe him in so he fills every pore and every cell.
“Oh yeah? What would you do if you did?” I ask in a challenge.
In one second, he lets off a grumbling so deep it vibrates his chest, and I feel it in mine, and then in the second, his mouth slams down on mine.
Blistering heat overtakes my mouth as his tongue pushes past my lips and makes itself at home. He doesn’t quite taste like I remember. He tastes better. Champagne lingers from tonight; it’s sweet and tangy, and so delicious I know I will crave more of him once this is over.
Shimmying out of his coat and mine, they drop to the floor and pool around our feet. I push his suit jacket off his shoulders, and the heat from his skin has drenched his shirt.
“I’ve wanted you since the very first second I saw you. Dancing around in your yard, naked, teasing me with how perfect you are.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” His mouth leaves mine and trails over to my neck while his hands sneak behind me and pull on my zipper. It easily slides down, and the dress loosens enough to join the coats on the floor.
“These breasts,” he says, as he places open-mouthed kisses on the top of the swells while squeezing them still wrapped in a strapless bra. “This perfect stomach,” he mumbles as he bends down and bites the skin at my waist. “I can’t wait to have you laid out before me so I can taste every inch of you,” he says as he returns to his full height and locks his eyes with mine.
This man. This perfect man. My heart aches at the thought of what we’re about to do and how it will change me. Briggs has worked his way in, and whereas in the past being with guys was for fun, this is already different. I know I’m not just going to be having sex with Briggs. For me, it’s going to be so much more.
“Should we talk about this first?” I whisper, suddenly feeling nervous.
He pulls back to look at me more clearly. His lips are swollen, and his eyes are so dark with longing that everything in me tingles in anticipation.
“Do we need to?” he asks.
Tearing my eyes off him and looking over his shoulder, I push away my vulnerability. “I have a bad feeling you’re going to break my heart, Briggs Warren.”
He runs one hand down my arm and interlocks our fingers while the other gently grasps my chin where he forces me to look at him.
“Goldie, I’m not going to break your heart. That’s the fear talking from the lack of love from your asshole family. I get it. This is a little scary. It’s scary for me too, but it’s also exciting. Give me some time, and you’ll see, no breaking. Instead, I just might win it over.”
“Is that what you want, to win over my heart?”
Speaking of heart, it pounds ferociously in my chest as I wait for his answer.
“Yeah, it is.”
Relief courses through me, as that’s what I want too. Mine and his, exchanged.
He runs his fingers over my head and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. He’s so gentle and looks at me with such reverence that my worries slip away.
“Do you need to talk about anything else?” he asks, being the gentleman that I know he is.
“Not at the moment,” I tell him as I lick my lips, watching his eyes flare.
And that was all he needed.
He runs the back of his fingers down my cheek, then they gently slip into my hair, wrap around my head, and he pulls my mouth to his.
This kiss is much slower than the one a few moments ago. That pause shifted our gears. We’re not in a hurry. We can take our time because we have nowhere to be and no one to answer to. We’re doing exactly what we want, with who we want, and just the thought of his weight on top of mine leaves me breathless.
Over and over, our tongues tangle, and our hands explore. His as they unhooked my bra and drifted between my legs to find me very wet for him. Mine as they unbuttoned his shirt, pulled his belt free, and traced that line which acts as an arrow straight into the front of his pants.
He moaned as my hand wrapped around him, and I gasped as his mouth latched onto my breasts, his tongue swirled around my nipple, and his fingers pushed inside.
