Page 90 of Dream Girl Drama

He hesitated to put on the garment, his chest rising and falling in an unsteady pattern.

“I’m trying to respect your decision, Chlo,” he said thickly, his steps seeming to bring them closer involuntarily. Closer. Closer until his breath on her temple. “Quit looking at me like that.”

Another step forward from Sig. A backward one from Chloe.

One by one, her back muscles melted into the wall, head falling back so her eyes could trace the perfection of his jawline, his throat, his sculpted mouth. “Like what?”

That breath—and the tiniest hint of his tongue—made contact with her ear. “Like you remember how hot we fuck. Like you want to do it again.” He planted his left hand above her head on the wall, his right hand dropped to the front of his sweatpants. Gripped that thick ridge while he groaned. “Look what you do to me, Chloe.”

“That’s what you do to me, too,” she whispered, head swimming. “The lady version.”

His lips twitched, but he seemed almost pained by his own amusement. “Oh God, I miss you so much.”

“I miss you, too. So much,” she gasped, because he buried a handful of fingers in her hair, tilted her head back, and licked upward along the curve of her throat.

“You want some?” He latched his teeth to her jaw. “Give me a green light.”

Don’t do it.She’d only set herself back. But there was no putting the brakes on a runaway train. No talking sense into herself when she loved this man in ways that defied logic.

“One more time,” she whispered, nodding, her arms sliding up around his neck.

“No one will know but us,” he gritted out, backing her more firmly against the wall and smothering her face in kisses. He planted his lips frantically, but lovingly, on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her chin, her hair, her ears, before finding her mouth and growling into a kiss that communicated everything inside of them both. Everything they both knew to be true, so true they’d feel it for the rest of their lives. “Goddamn it.Goddamn it.”

“Don’t think,” she whispered, dropping her right hand from around his neck and stroking his erection through the soft material of his sweatpants. “Just enjoy me.”

He moaned brokenly, dropping his face into the crook of her neck. “I do. I enjoy you more than anything else in this life.”

“Sig, you’re going to break me saying things like that.”

She felt his teeth baring against the spot below her ear. “I hear you, Chlo. I’ll keep it about fucking. That’s how we’re going to survive this, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.” He tilted his hips, rolling them into her touch. “Touch me.”

“I’d rather taste you, honey.”

A shudder passed through his big frame. “You don’t have to suck my cock, Chloe. But if you do, I’ll reward you so well for it.”

Her legs simply evaporated beneath her, knees landing on the floor, her eager hands tugging down his waistband. She’d wanted to give him a blow job in the hotel room last week, but every time she’d attempted one, he’d shaken his head, flipped her over, and gone down on her instead. A week without him had lefther starving and if this was going to be the last time, the real last time they were together, then she planned to feast. Her grip circled him, tongue giving a long lap of that shiny dome, playing in the salty slit. And then she put as much of him in her mouth as she could stand, feeling herself choke, her eyes watering from the pressure but not caring. Only wanting more of his flavor, the satisfaction of his groans.

“Dream girl has a dream mouth, doesn’t she?Christ.” He gripped the base of his shaft in his right hand, threading the fingers of his left into her head, urging her forward. Rocking into the warmth she eagerly offered. “Moan on it. Let me know how bad you want me in your wet fucking mouth. Good girl. Good. That’s real deep. That’s how I need it.”

His obvious pleasure, which seemed to heighten by the second, worked like a drug in her bloodstream. She couldn’t feel the hard floor beneath her knees or the stretch of her lips. Couldn’t feel the moisture leaking from her eyes or coating her chin, she just knew she wanted to keep going and going, find out how high she could drive him. The way he’d done for her. The way he would do for her as soon as he got the chance.

“I’m getting too stiff now. That’s enough. I need to last.” He urged her head toward him faster, as if he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop. “I want to come inside you.”

Chloe made eye contact while raking her hands up his bare chest, nails scraping gently downward over his nipples, the fullness of him jerking in her mouth, salt trickling down her throat. “Mmmm.”

“Enough. It’s too good.Enough.” Panting, he tugged himself free of her mouth with a gritted curse, then scooped Chloe onto her feet, walking her backward toward the bedroom, his mouth sealed and sliding on top of hers, their hands colliding in an effort to pull down her yoga pants, a feat she finished off by wigglingand using her toes as hooks to pull them the remaining distance to the floor, kicking away, leaving her in a bra and panties. So much of his warm skin touching hers, her mouth fell open on a shaky breath, hands reaching, stroking.

Just before they reached the doorway, he cupped his hand on the back of her head—and when she realized he was protecting her skull from bumping the frame, her heart flipped upside down. Her entire world went with it. Along with any remaining filter she possessed.

“I love you, too. I love you, too,” she said, fingers in his hair, bringing his forehead down to meet hers, his breath catching against her mouth. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you that, maybe it’s terrible timing, but I can’t live without saying it.”

He seemed incapable of speaking, but while searching her face, right to left, up and down, he let the words out in a gruff rush. “I know you love me, Chloe,” he said. “You’ve made sure I feel it every single day.” He squeezed his eyes closed. “Did I do that for you?”

“Yes.”

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