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Standing up, I step closer to her, narrowing my eyes. Her chest starts heaving but I won’t be distracted like that. I get really close to her face, chuckling.

“You don’t know anything,” I whisper.

She meets my eyes, hers brimming with unshed tears. “I know a lot more than you, apparently.”

I can almost feel the heat radiating off of her skin. Electricity seems to run back and forth between us, crackling. I break the touch barrier, grabbing her waist and pulling her body flush with mine.

My lips find her jawline. I nibble my way to the corner of her mouth. She sighs dreamily as I kiss her lightly. She isn’t happy with that; she fists her hands in my shirt and pulls me closer.

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Sarah

Ilet my head fall back, looking up at him. He stares down at me, bringing his hand up to push back a couple pieces of hair that are plastered to my forehead.

I don’t dare to breathe. I don’t dare to speak. I’m frozen under his beautiful green gaze, waiting for him to make a move.

Smith cups my cheek, running his thumb roughly along the outline of my lips. He bites his bottom lip; for the first time since I’ve met him, I know without a doubt what he is thinking.

He wants me.

Suddenly I push up onto my tiptoes, bringing my lips a fraction of an inch from his. I gaze into his eyes, asking him a wordless question. Is it worth it?

Almost begging. His gaze flickers down to my lips. I can feel his breath against my mouth, his warm breath fanning across my skin.

Then he closes the distance, his expressive eyes closing. His mouth presses against mine, warm and soft. He kisses me with no trace of the hesitation he must feel. No, his kiss is hard and dominant and full of passion reawakened.

He slides up a hand around me, pulling me the last step toward him, my soft body hitting his hardened frame. My hands come up to his chest, clutching his shirt.

His free hand begins unzipping the hoodie, peeling it off along with my cardigan. I shiver, from nerves and from being cold, and he senses it.

Without a word, he sweeps me off of my feet, carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling so small and delicate in his grasp.

He automatically goes to the master bedroom, which is the same one I use. Inside, the room is very girly. The bed is made of cedar wood, four posters with white lace curtains and an ivory coverlet.

But he ignores the bed, heading to the en suite bathroom. With only its clawfoot tub, I don’t see what he wants with the bathroom, but he carries me over to the tub anyway.

Smith sets me down, turning on the taps. Then he proceeds to undress me, pulling at the strings of my wrap dress. I step out of my shoes and help him with my dress; soon it falls to the floor, and I am left shivering in my matching white lace bra and panties.

The steam starts to fill the room, its heat very welcome. Smith kneels to take off his Converse, then looks up at me.

“I’ve imagined this a hundred times,” he admits, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve thought of a thousand different scenarios, different positions. Imagined which ones would give you the most pleasure.”

I shiver again, but this time it’s not from the cold. I bite my lip, afraid that if I speak, I will break the spell.

“You know what I want, more than anything right now?” he says, reaching out and caressing my hip.

“What?” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“Take off your bra and panties, and sit on the side of the tub for me.”

I turn bright pink, but I know I have to do it. I slowly take off my bra, exposing my breasts to him, my pink nipples pebbling in the steamy air. I see him suck in a breath and then bite his lip. It’s so sexy when he does that, I don’t think that it’s fair.

I’m aware of my pounding heart as I shimmy out of my panties, leaving me completely naked. Vulnerable.

“Sit,” he commands, his eyes roving over my naked skin. He may be kneeling still, but his order leaves no doubt of who is in charge here.

I step backwards and sit on the ledge, overwhelmed with self-doubt. Here I am, completely naked, and he’s still fully dressed. What if I don’t live up to his fantasy?

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