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“I’m pretty sure we erased those lines the moment I came on your face, Crossland.”
“Fuck, Aspen,” I groaned. “That mouth.” I dragged my thumb over her bottom lip, doing my best to keep from bringing her body flush against mine.
Her hands lightly grazed my chest, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Did you want me to try something, then?” I asked. “When we were in India?”
She visibly swallowed. “Honestly?”
“Always.”
“I’ve wanted you to try something since the moment you left me in that bed in Charleston.”
I shuddered, liquid fire pumping through my veins.
“And it has nothing to do with our contract,” I said. “Correct?”
She shook her head.
“You don’t feel obligated to say that?”
“No,” she said. “It’s you. Just you.”
“So whatever happens next, it’s just between us. Not as business partners, but as…” Fuck, what were we? What would taking this to the next level make us? Panic crept up my throat at the unknown?—
“Friends,” she offered. “Right? We’re friends?”
I breathed out a sweet sigh of relief.
“Friends,” I said. Yes, that made perfect sense. I loved spending time with her, loved talking and laughing with her, loved challenging and joking with her. Of course, we were friends.
“You want this?” I asked one last time for clarification. “Because I want to be very clear,” I continued. “You’ll always be in control, Aspen. Just because we do this tonight doesn’t mean we have to continue doing it. But if you let me, I’m going to spend the next two months worshiping that goddamn irresistible body of yours so much that you’ll feel me long after you move on.”
Because shewouldmove on.
We both would.
Neither one of us was built for the long term, we’d already established that, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t thoroughly enjoy each other.
“If any of that makes you uncomfortable?—”
“It doesn’t,” she said, her hands fisting my shirt. “I’m in. I want you.”
“Thank fuck,” I said, dipping down to capture her mouth in mine.
She met me with equal hunger, parting her lips to let me in, our tongues rubbing and exploring and claiming. Fuck, kissing her sent lightning streaking through my veins. Each stroke, each nip, each suck wound me up, my thoughts emptying except for the primal need to devour her.
I broke our kiss, grinning down at her as I moved to the line of her jaw, then the spot behind her ear, and lower. I quickly tugged at the hem of her shirt, pleasure rippling through me when she lifted her arms, more than eager to be rid of the barriers separating us. She made quick work of her pants, and I did the same until I was just in my boxer-briefs.
“Shit,” she said, cringing as she glanced down at herself. “I didn’t think we’d….ugh. I’m mismatched.”
I had to blink a few times before I realized what the hell she was talking about. She wore a sexy pink bra, but her underwear was a bright shade of blue. The notion that her underwear being mismatched was cringeworthy made me laugh out loud.
She gaped up at me. “You arenotlaughing!”
I couldn’t reel it in, so I spoke with it. “Aspen?—”
“I can’t believe you’re laughing. I’m so mortified.” She tried to cover herself, but I gently gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.
