Page 9 of Dream Girl Drama

He crushed the strands of her hair in his hands and loomed above her, which should have led to an aggressive kiss, but itdidn’t. It led to a slow rocking together of lips, a teasing lick of his tongue, an appreciative sound... and oh, she opened, she let him press his tongue inside her mouth and lick it left to right, the growling upward movement of his kiss dragging Chloe up onto her toes. And she lost it. She simply lost it. Burrowed her fingers into his thick, wild hair and moaned her enjoyment at him, arching her back—and onlythendid he get aggressive—and that consideration made her feel safe, made her feel heard and seen and appreciated.

Hot and dainty, too. Like a sexy lion tamer.

There was a good eight- or nine-inch height difference between them and yet, she could feel the tight coil inside of him, the way he tried to keep a lid on his basest impulses. To keep the pace without going too far. She could sense all of that in him and God, God, she just wanted to climb him for it. For being hungry, but respectful. Proactive, a man who takes initiative, confident enough to know she wanted to be kissed, but not overly so. Not so much that he’d press that advantage.

Sig Gauthier.

She could have gone on kissing him for days. Weeks.

But the need in both of them eventually began to spike.

They broke away to pant, drag in breath, and dive back in, hands beginning to roam. Hers got adventurous first, to be fair. She clawed at his T-shirt and scrubbed her palms down to his belt buckle, making him hiss.

“Can I touch you under your—”

“Anything. Anywhere. Any fucking thing you want.”

“Thank you,” she managed, sliding her palms up his bare abdomen while he licked his lips. Watched her. Flexed his stomach. Closed his eyes when she rode her hands over his pecs, letting his head drop back a little. “You’re incredible.”

His eyes were a little glazed when he leaned back down, settling his mouth on top of hers, breathing. Breathing. “I’m coming on too strong. I know I am. But I’m begging you to take me home and say that again while I’m fucking you, Chloe.” He gripped the outside of her thigh and massaged it, before letting his hand ride up just beneath the hem of her skirt. “If you’re not ready for that, we can keep this little skirt on while you ride my face. I’ll be blessed either way.”

Oh wow.Oh wow.

Newly bloomed hormones were popping up like greenery in spring.

Was he rude to say those things? Out loud?

Maybe. Maybe so. She wished he’d keep talking forever, though.

Take me home and say that again while—

“Home,” she gasped, a bucket of cold water dousing her from above. “Oh my gosh, I’m supposed to be home right now. There’s a dinner.” She broke from his embrace, spinning in a circle. “I promised... I was supposed to be home in time to take a shower. Oh shit.”

Chloe remained suspended in animation for a few seconds, considering the consequences of missing the important dinner during which she’d be meeting her mother’s new boyfriend. If there was anything on this green earth worth courting her mother’s passive aggression, it was this man, but her mother had been calling from St. Tropez for weeks raving about this new guy. It sounded serious. Chloe had promised several times that she’d not only be there, but she’d also be on her best behavior—and letting her mother down would only lead to weeks of silent treatment.

“I’m sorry, but I have to run.”

She turned on the heel of her sneaker and took two jogging steps, before her feet were suddenly dangling in the air. Sig’sforearm was looped around her midsection. He’d lifted her clear off the ground and she hadn’t even heard him move.

“You’re sofast, Sig Gauthier,” Chloe praised, patting his forearm.

“Yeah, thanks.” He hugged her back against his chest, that truly magical mouth moving against her ear. “You weren’t going to leave without giving me your number, were you, Chlo?”

She thought back twenty seconds. “I guess I was.”

“Nah.” She could feel him digging for his phone with his free hand. “Let’s hear it.”

He couldn’t see her smile. Maybe that’s why she let it explode across her whole face.

She recited her number. He called it, his muscles relaxing slightly when the chimes went off noisily in her purse. “Go to your dinner. I’ve actually got something, too. But you’re going to call me afterward. I need to see you again. Tonight.”

Remembering the way he kissed, a shiver passed through her. “I live with my mother.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find us a nice place.” His open mouth rode over the slope of her shoulder. “I wouldn’t lay this body down in anything but the best sheets, Chlo. The only rough thing you’re going to feel is me.”

She bit her lip to catch a moan. “You really have a way with words.”

“I don’t usually use them this much. It’s... you.” He wrapped his other arm around her, hugging her from behind and she felt an unexpected prick in her throat. “It’s you, okay? Don’t blow me off.”

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