Page 17 of Dirty Girl

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Dylan

I stretch my overused muscles, enjoying the small aches from how passionately Jenson worshipped my body. Padding to the bathroom, I decide a nice long soak is in order. I sink into the warm water and relax, letting the heat work its magic on my aches. Last night was both terrifying and amazing—first the fight and then how thoroughly Jenson loved me. I’m floating on cloud nine. I had no idea that love could be so all-consuming.

Love?

Oh my God, I’m in love with Jenson. Not a crush. Not in lust. In love—completely and totally. Panic bubbles up inside me. What if he isn’t serious about me? Everything he’s said tells me he is, but in all the years I’ve known him, he’s never had a girlfriend. He doesn’t do relationships.

How did I let this happen?

“Now this is what I like to come home to.” Jenson’s whiskey smooth voice interrupts my inner turmoil.

There’s no holding back my smile at his words, nor the blush that heats my cheeks when I see how he’s salaciously looking at my nudity. He’s been insatiable—not that I’m complaining.

“Mmm. That sweet blush makes my cock ache for you.”

“Jenson, stop it,” I admonish him.

“It’s the truth. You’re all sweetness and innocence on the surface, but I know what a dirty girl you are underneath it all. Total fucking turn on.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head at him, knowing there is no arguing with my stubborn man.

My man…

Damnit, I’ve got to stop thinking like this until I know how he feels. If this is going somewhere or if he’s just scratching an itch. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest at that thought.

Jenson grabs a fluffy towel from the stack and shakes it out as he stalks across the bathroom to me.

And it is stalking. He’s too purposeful in his movements. Graceful and dangerous like a feral animal.

“Time to go, love.”

My heart thumps heavily in my chest at that endearment. I’ve been his dirty girl, his beautiful girl, his little girl… I’ve been a lot of things, but love is new. Love is scary because love gives me hope. I choose to ignore that word and focus on the rest of his statement.

“Where are we going?”

A huge smile splits his face showing off his perfect pearly whites. “We’re going to go get your stuff.”

My eyes practically bug out of my head as I step into the proffered towel. “What on earth are you talking about?”

Jenson takes great care drying my body, then he guides me into his bedroom. He’s got one of his shirts and a pair of lounge pants laid out on his bed for me. I dress quickly, not prepared to argue while in the buff.

“You’re moving in with me. We already discussed this. Now that I have you, I’m not going to spend a single night without you.” His words are impassioned and full of sincerity. My heart picks up a staccato rhythm in my chest. Later, I’ll remember that this is the moment that shattered all my doubts—this is the moment I throw caution to the wind and follow my heart. It’s also the moment where I risk it all.

“This is crazy.” I don’t know if I’m trying to reason with him or with myself, but I already know I’m all in with this thing between us. Consequences be damned.

It’s been nearlya month since I moved into Jenson’s penthouse and things have been perfect. We haven’t said the “L” word to each other, but I know we are both feeling the pull. I’ve had to bite back the words at least a dozen times and there have been several moments I thought it was on the tip of his tongue, too. I’m okay with keeping those three little words to myself for now. We’ve moved at warp speed and even though it feels right, those words are huge and will change everything between us.

I’ve spent the day with Jackie since she’s off to college in a couple days. I’m going to miss her like crazy. She’s been a solid figure in my life for so long it’ll be hard not having her close. I shocked everyone by announcing I wasn’t heading off to college as expected. I loved school and I excelled at it because my parents demanded it, but I never planned on college. Irresponsible as it is.

Of course, Jenson was completely on board with that plan. He loathed the idea that I would be gone for months at a time. I hated the idea, too. It would have been a physical ache to be separated from him. Jackie and I are piling our bags from our mini shopping spree in the back of her car when a text comes through from Jenson.

Can’t wait to get my hands on you.

My panties are instantly wet as I imagine exactly what he’ll do with those talented hands. Thinking about his hands leads to thinking about his mouth. Thinking about his mouth leads to thinking about his big, glorious cock. My panties are uncomfortably wet and I’m flushed with arousal. It’s awkward considering I’m sitting in his sister’s car, listening to her chatter on about her classes and all the new potential Dicks she’ll find.

I laugh at her antics.

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