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“It’s been the same for me,” I confessed, deciding her honesty deserved the same.
“Let’s go back to your place.” She laid a gentle kiss on my cheek then lightly peppered more across my jawline. “Now.”
There was nothing I wanted more.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ashlyn
We kept stealing glancesat each other on the car ride to his penthouse. His smile was devastating, and made my insides melt. Dean’s hand held mine. My body thrummed with desire, and I squirmed in my seat at the light touch of his thumb rubbing against my knuckles. Until the night of the ball, I never knew how erotic having my hand stroked was. It was an overlooked form of foreplay in my book.
God, this man is gorgeous.
Goosebumps rose along my skin. I’d known the moment I kissed him, I wanted his hands all over my body. One night together wasn’t enough, and the more I thought about it, the more eager I grew to pick up where we had left off.
I snuggled into his coat, still wrapped around me. Heat blossomed in my cheeks at the memory of him catching me sniffing it.
I couldn’t believe all of this was really happening. Dean was interested in me. Most of the girls I’d seen him with looked far different than I did.
The one thing I clung to—fake relationship aside—was the desire we felt was intoxicatingly real.
We arrived at the hotel where his penthouse was located. He left the car with an attendant, and we hurried inside. It took only minutes to get to the elevator and up to his floor, but to my beating heart, it seemed to take forever.
Dean ushered me inside, then closed the door, the click of the lock echoing in the space.
I swallowed nervously.
Last time, I was able to throw my inhibitions to the wind because he had no idea who I was. This time, there was no escaping. And knowing he wanted me, for me, was all the more reason to stay.
My lips curled into a shy smile. Dean advanced toward me, his steps barely making a sound on the carpeted floor, my eyes captured by his steady gaze. The longing in their depths boosted my confidence.
He cupped my cheek. “You are so fucking sexy.”
It was exactly what I needed to hear. It helped me shove my doubts about us being together aside. I yanked his face close, needing to feel his lips on mine.
Our lips fused together as our tongues dueled. Dean’s fingers threaded through my hair, gripping the strands tight. Hungry for his touch, our bodies closed the distance until there was barely any space between us.
