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We both know she’s not mine. That she never can be mine. But right now, in this space, that doesn’t matter. We can live in the fantasy. Even if it’s fleeting.

“Yours.” She grabs the back of my neck, urging my lips toward hers. “Take me, Creed.”

Chapter Thirteen

Esme

Creed’s fiery eyes remain glued to mine as he climbs off me, fingers going to the top button of his shirt. As much as I’d love to watch him strip for me, if this is our only night together, and it is, I want to experience everything Creed Lawson has to offer.

And that includes helping him undress.

When I stand from the bed, Creed stops, surveying me with worry.

Until I bring my fingers to where he left off and lean toward him, lips skimming the scruff of his unshaven jawline. “Please, allow me.”

With a subtle bob of his head, he drops his hands to his side, watching me with hunger as I leisurely unbutton his shirt. It’s a test in patience. Not just for him, but me, too.

I’ve often imagined how Creed would look shirtless, especially over the past few days. The way he fills out his clothes makes it clear he has an amazing body. But when I unfasten the final button and push his shirt down his arms, every inch of him defined muscles and hard edges, I realize my fantasies were woefully inadequate.

The man is a walking Adonis.

And for tonight, he’s all mine.

Just for tonight.

Smoothing a hand down his chest, I meet his stare, relishing in the unwavering greed filling his dark eyes. His jaw ticks, muscles taut, chest heaving. All because of my touch. It makes me feel incredibly…powerful. When I palm his crotch, he releases a hiss, lust consuming him.

“Let’s lose these, too,” I murmur in a sultry voice as I run a lithe finger along the waist of his pants. “What do you think about that?”

He brings his hand to my face, long fingers cupping my cheek as his thumb brushes that spot right below my earlobe. It’s an innocent touch, but the way he holds me, so resolute and assured, sets my insides ablaze.

“I think that’s a bloody brilliant idea.”

Lips finding mine, he coaxes my mouth open, his tongue enticing me as I fumble with the button on his jeans. When I lower the zipper, unable to avoid brushing my hand against his erection, my pulse kicks up even more. I tease my fingers along the waistband of his briefs and he pulls out of our kiss, his eyes more dangerous than I’ve ever seen.

Slowly, I push his jeans and boxer briefs down his muscular legs, swallowing hard at his impressive size. Once he steps out of his shoes and discards the rest of his clothes, he returns to me.

If you’d told me that before the night ended, Creed Lawson would be standing naked in my bedroom about to take my virginity, I would have laughed. He seemed so resolute in his reasons why this couldn’t happen.

I did, too.

At least, I thought I did.

Maybe, deep down, a part of me knew we’d always end up here.

Maybe, deep down, a part of Creed knew that, too.

My heart hammering, I run my hand across his chest, along the ridges of his abs, and down that delicious little V before wrapping my fingers around his erection, stroking him.

“Jesus,” he exhales, closing his eyes, face tight, breathing uneven.

Encouraged by his response, I increase my motions, thumb spreading the bit of pre-cum that escaped his tip. I edge toward him, peppering kisses to his chest before dragging my tongue along his warm skin.

As I start to lower myself to my knees, he grips my wrist and growls, “Stop.”

Dropping my hold on him, I dart my confused eyes toward his, cheeks heating. “Was I doing it wrong?” I lower my head. “I don’t have a lot of experience with this kind of thing. I just thought—”

“Look at me, Esme.”

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