Page 174 of Curvy Girl Summer

I trembled in response. My hands instinctively fisted his shirt. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be pushing him away or drawing him closer. Either way, I was holding on to him. His closeness and his warmth hardened my nipples as they brushed against the satin of my dress, teasing me.

“Ahmad,” I murmured.

“Let me be very clear about something… I want you. This isn’t jealousy. This isn’t uncertainty. This isn’t a rebound. This isn’t anything but the fact that you walked into that bar and changed my fucking life.” His mouth moved over mine teasingly, seductively, and just when I was about to give in and kiss him back, he pulled away. “But I need you to tell me what you want,” Ahmad demanded.

Pulling away slightly, I peered up at him through my lashes. “You haven’t been clear.”

“How can I make it clearer?” Ahmad grunted before he let out a low, rumbling breath. “The fact that I’m here should make it clear. The fact that I drove up to damn near every lake house looking for you should make it clear.”

My eyes widened slightly, and my voice trembled. “You drove?”

He nodded. “I needed to get here, and I didn’t know exactly which house it was.”

“Youdrove?” I repeated.

His chest rose and fell. “For you, yes.”

“I thought…” I gaped at him.

“I had to do what I had to do. If there was another way, I would’ve found it. But it was for you. I wasn’t going to miss your birthday. I wasn’t going to let you be here without someone. And I wasn’t going to let last night be it. Aaliyah, I—shit!”

He swore, and his eyes closed as the palm of my hand applied pressure against the bulge in his pants. I rubbed him through the starched fabric that separated his skin from mine. My fingertips traced his erection, and from his facial expression, he could’ve exploded right at that moment.

“You did that for me,” I said more to myself than to him as I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and reached inside. Wrapping my hand around his girth, I squeezed. “I can’t believe you did that for me.”

He sucked in a sharp breath and opened his eyes. “I’d do anything for you.”

His words caused desire to rip through my body.

I blinked up at him. “Anything?”

“Anything.” He kissed me softly. “I know you want this”—his hand covered mine as I continued stroking him—“and I know you want me. But until you tell me how you feel, I’m not making a move.”

Something tightened deep in my belly, and I let out a huff of air instead of the moan that was caught in my throat.

Unable to hold out any longer, I admitted it. “I want you.” Rising up onto my toes, I brushed my lips against his ear. “I want all of you.”

A deep, sexy groan rumbled from his throat. “Say it again,” he demanded, taking my hand from his pants.

“I want all of you,” I told him as he ran his fingertips down my neck, along my collarbone. When he got to my shoulders, he tookthe straps of the dress down with him. The satin material dragged along my skin, giving me a chill as my breasts were exposed. He tugged the formfitting garment down my body until it pooled at my feet. “I have feelings for you.” Tipping my head up, I locked eyes with him. “And not just because last night was the best sex I’d ever had.”

He licked his lips but said nothing.

“I want you, Ahmad.”

Without warning, he crashed his lips into mine, kissing me hard. He was rough, the force of the movement making me tremble with want. I felt his kiss all over my body, and I knew if I didn’t get some relief soon, I was going to explode.

“Tell me what you want,” Ahmad demanded.

Pulling away slightly, I peered up at him through my lashes. “I want you.”

“Tell me how you feel,” Ahmad grunted before he let out a low, rumbling breath.

“I want you the same way you want me,” I answered as I slid his pants and boxer briefs down and then cupped his balls.

He sucked in a sharp breath and opened his eyes. “I didn’t ask you to tell me what you wanted. I want to know what you feel.” He kissed me softly, restraining himself. “Tell me how you feel.”

I licked my lips, running my tongue from one corner of my mouth to the other, silently begging him to kiss me again. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

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