Page 7 of Even In Our Dreams

“I’m fine. I already feel just fine,” she reassures me and my knowledge agrees with her. No bruising, no swelling. “I’m just a little clumsy when my crush is staring at my behind,” she comments and when I glance up to ask how she knows where I was looking, she has her phone in her hand.

She smirks at me, the sexiest most tempting smirk I’ve ever seen on a woman. “Lauren text me and it caught me off guard.”

“Ah,” I nod, letting her foot drop easily, “so it’s my fault?”

“I’m not saying that,” she laughs but then bites down on her lower lip, “but a kiss might make it up to me.”

My heart hammers in my chest. “You don’t waste time, do you?” I wonder if she’s feeling the same tension I am.

“I suppose it depends on how you look at it, I’ve had a crush on you since high school,” she almost whispers the confession and leans forward just slightly. Unfortunately, it’s just as I was getting up and to avoid her falling into me, her hands come out, landing on my chest.

Her hands on mine, and this position, I can’t help but wrap my arm around her waist and pull her off the sofa, landing a small kiss on her lips.

I anticipate her standing, but she lowers herself to the floor beneath me, deepening the kiss, teasing me, tempting me, and I have never wanted for more in my life.

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Aubrey

My chest rises and falls as my breathing quickens. I swear I must be blushing from head to toe with how hot my entire body is all of a sudden. He doesn't move and I don’t dare move either. My gaze shifts lower though, back to his lips before bringing them to his baby blue gaze. The spark is undeniable and at this moment every single dating rule doesn’t mean a damn thing.

The one specifically about waiting for three dates before sex. With his masculine scent filling my lungs and his large frame surrounding me as I lay under him, all I can think about is how badly I want him to take me right here. It’s almost like a dream come true, one I’ve had a hundred times before.

It’s that memory of the dreams I’ve had time and time again that makes me bite my lip. I know I shouldn’t do it, every rule book would tell me not to. But I’m too damn scared that I’ll never get this chance again.

With my heart pounding, I lift my lips to his, propping myself up this time to reach him. At first his lips are firm, his gaze hesitant, but when I kiss him again, his lips mold to mine and I part his seam with the tip of my tongue.

The heat is instant and I moan into his mouth, desperate for more. Desperate for all of him right now.

My fingers spear through his hair. My nails scrape gently against his scalp as he deepens the kiss, letting a low groan vibrate up his chest. I can’t help the smile that begs to appear.

His breathing is heavy, his hands braced on either side of me as he towers over me on the floor.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whisper against his lips when the kiss finally breaks.

His brow raises just slightly as I catch my lip between my teeth and ever so slowly, let the tips of my fingers find the top button of his collared shirt.

His expression softens as his gaze falls down my body, taking me in, inch by inch and an insecurity I haven’t felt in years resurfaces.

My heart races as I carefully undo the button and wait for his eyes to find mine again and when they do, a question lingers there. A hesitation that brings fear.

“Are you sure… you want to?” he questions in a low murmur.

A moment passes, one that feels far too long although it’s only a single tick of the clock.

“Yes,” I breathe and in an instant, he’s on me. His lips on mine and then down my neck, possessively taking me with a rapture I know too well. With my neck arched, I offer him more, but he stops short above my breasts to pull his shirt over his head in a single swift movement.

Taught tanned skin, rippling muscle and powerful shoulders trap me in as he drops the shirt carelessly to the floor.

I’m speechless at the sight of him. As if he’s a sex God wrapped up in a suit and stripped down just for me.

My reaction must be plastered on my face, because as he unbuckles his belt and then kicks off his pants, he smirks.

I swallow thickly, as the buckle clanks on the floor. His bulge is even larger than I thought it was in the office. I almost convinced myself I was giving him more credit than deserved. As if my imagination made it appear larger than it was.

Nope. He is in fact … intimidating.

“Your turn, Bree baby,” he murmurs in a deep timbre and my eyes reach his heated gaze.

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