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She wiggled her way a little closer, pressing her lips against mine, her hand resting on my side. I reached out, pulling her closer to me. She was wearing a set of boy shorts and a tank top that left hardly anything to my imagination.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, raising myself up on my forearm. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her slowly as my hand found its place on her hip. As my tongue washed through her mouth, I tugged on the drawstring of her boy shorts, and she lifted just enough that I could slide them off her. I threw them over my head before rolling over to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. When I turned back, Aurora lay there, completely naked, biting her bottom lip. Even though the room was dark, I could still see the light-pink blush on her cheeks in the moonlight as I kissed her hard.

I rolled onto my back and ripped open the condom, rolling it on me. When I went to roll back over, she surprised me by pressing her hand to my chest. She kissed my lips and threw her leg over me, straddling my lap.

“Is this okay?” she questioned quietly, almost as if she were ashamed by being so forward.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course. No complaints from this guy,” I said, brushing her hair back out of her face and tasting her lips again.

Chapter 12

Aurora

“Come with me,” Dylan said, taking hold of my hands.

He’d woken me up with a cup of coffee in bed, then he’d given me a few minutes to get dressed, and when he returned, he held a black tie which he covered my eyes with and tied it at the back of my head.

“Trust me,” he whispered as he led me out of the bedroom. “You’re fine, just keep walking…stop…step down…okay, and keep walking…”

I could already feel a breeze on my face.

“Where are we going?” I questioned.

“Just a few more steps….and now, you can look.”

I felt him reach behind me and pull the tie, letting it fall away from my eyes. A smile fell to my lips to see the table on his screened-in balcony set.

“What’s this?”

“Sunday morning breakfast,” he said, pulling the chair out for me, waiting for me to sit down.

He poured us each a glass of orange juice and then headed inside, returning with two amazing looking omelets.

“When did you do this?” I asked, shocked.

“While you were sleeping.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

He sat down across from me, and we dug into the omelets.

I closed my eyes as I put the first bite into my mouth. “God that is great,” I muttered.

Dylan chuckled. “I’m glad.”

“What?” I questioned looking over at him.

“You like the omelet.” He winked. “Only wish I’d of had that same effect on you last night.”

I could feel my cheeks heat.

“Or did I have that effect on you last night?”

He leaned back against his chair and looked over at me, his eyes saying everything.

“I think you know exactly what effect you had on me last night. You just want me to confirm it.”

“So what if I do?”

I couldn’t tear my eyes from his. There was something so damn sexy about him. He scooted forward on his chair and leaned in, taking my mouth with his.

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