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It’s a reckless kiss, but beautiful. Our hands roam over each other as our mouths fuse, desire building layer by layer. I clutch his shirt, wanting it gone, but settle for reaching below the hem. He releases the softest sigh when I touch his abdomen and find my way to his chest. The thud of his heart vibrates through my fingers. My sex clenches, as if waking from a long nap, and the urge to take his hand, to put it on me, grows.Touch me.

He breaks the kiss and rubs his nose over mine, his mouth open, sucking in air.

“Cara, I’m going to take you right here unless you stop me.”

CHAPTER19

DORIAN

I’m faintly aware of my shallow, rapid breathing as I await her response.

Say yes.Tell me to fuck you.

Her flushed cheeks, swollen, wet lips, and shallow breaths say her body’s on board, but what’s going on in that brilliant mind of hers?

Those light blue irises, the color of the sky in my fantasies, flash, pupils immersive. Her fingers thread through the strands on the back of my head, and her eyelids flutter closed as she pulls me down.

Yes.

I shudder in relief.

While a part of me wants to strip her in seconds and reclaim her with one violent thrust, I shut that instinct down. I’ve dreamed of this for too long. We’ve been apart for years, but she is my recurring dream. So many times, when I’ve been with others, she’s the one I’ve seen when I close my eyes.

No, I finally have her again, and I’ll take my time. Ensure she remembers how good we can be together.

With her gaze locked on mine, her fingers grip the frayed edges of my sweatshirt, and she lifts the garment over her head, leaving only her bra.

She’s tentative, perhaps uncertain of my reaction.

But she doesn’t need to be. She’s beautiful. Graceful. Seductive. The soft points of her nipples push against the lace of her bra, their pale pink a whisper through the lace. The shade will darken when sucked, and the sensitive skin peaks. She leans back, flattening her stomach, telling me to carry on.

Light reflects on two shiny diamonds in her belly button. I rub my thumb over the piercing, questioning.

“When did you do this?”

“Do you hate it?”

“Did you do it for yourself?”Or because you thought I’d hate it?

“I wanted it.” Defiance flickers in those cerulean eyes.

I flick the side of my finger over the diamond’s edge, then caress her soft, smooth skin.

Her tongue flicks over her top lip, and the corner of her lips lifts into a seductive smile.

“I love it.” It’s the truth. I can’t wait to see her in a string bikini. But that’s me, jumping ahead. There are much more important measures at hand.

I grip the rolled-up band of sweats and yank, pulling them and her panties over her bottom, thighs, and up off her legs, sending them sailing into the air.

“Wait. Do you have cameras?” Her gaze travels up the wall. Of course, she saw the security cameras.

“Internal cameras disengage when I’m home.”

Her smile widens. “That’s what I thought.”

“Did you now?”

We grin at each other, and I have half a mind to tweak her nipple for trying to play off that she hadn’t seen the cameras nesting above.

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