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“Have you touched yourself this week thinking of me?”

Hesitating for a moment, and deciding to be honest, I whisper, “I have.”

“How much?”

“Every day.” I hear his breathing pick up. I close my eyes. “Multiple times, every day.” I hear him gasp.

We’re both still breathing somewhat loudly, but otherwise on the phone in silence when I hear my doorbell ring. It breaks me out of my trance. I quickly ramble out, “Someone is at my door. Text me a time for tomorrow night.”

He doesn’t say anything, so I just hang up. That got awkward quickly.

The doorbell rings again, reminding me to go answer it. I open the door and he’s standing there. Oh dear God, I don’t think I adequately remembered just how gorgeous he is.

He’s standing there looking like he’s about to combust. He walks in still staring at me, without saying a word. I move backward until I feel my back hit a wall. He moves closer, grabs my cheeks, and presses his body against mine. This feels too good. I was already worked up from our phone call, and this is escalating it even more.

We’re both breathing heavily, looking straight into one another’s eyes. He opens his mouth, mere inches from mine. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, speak now.”

I can’t get any words out. I don’t want to let the words out. When I don’t reply, he closes the final gap and crashes his lips into mine. His big, soft, juicy lips taking mine with such authority. His tongue begs entrance into my mouth and I open. It’s such a perfect mixture of lips, tongue and suction.

I moan into his mouth, which seems to further excite him, because he grabs my legs and wraps them around his body. I can feel how hard he is against me. Oh God, this feels so good. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man between my legs. I feel like I’ve been walking in the desert and just found a bottle of water. I may need more than one bottle though.

My body is an inferno. He can probably feel my heat and my wetness through my jeans. We keep kissing, and kissing, and kissing, until we’re completely panting and out of breath. He drops my legs to the ground and I slowly slide down his body, feeling every hard inch of him.

He holds his forehead to mine with our breathing intertwined. “I’ll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow night.” With that, he turns, walks out the door, and closes it behind him.

My body slides down the wall until my bottom hits the floor. I put my hand to my swollen lips. What. The. Fuck. Was. That.

CHAPTERSEVEN

DARIAN

When I wake up the next morning, Cassandra is asleep in bed next to me. I left her a hysterical voicemail last night after Jackson left. She texted a short while later that she was on a date and would call me when it was over. I fell asleep and probably missed her call.

She’s still in her clothes from last night, at least her top. Her pants must be on the floor somewhere. Of course, she came. She’s always here for me.

She rolls over and opens her arms for me to snuggle in. I lay my head on her and let her embrace me. The waterworks start as I grab onto her. “What happened, Dare?”

“He kissed me.”

“Who kissed you?”

“Jackson, of course.”

“I thought he was out of town.”

“I guess he came back. He just showed up. He walked in without saying anything, pinned me against the wall, and kissed the shit out of me. When we were done, he said he’d pick me up at 7:00 tonight and left without another word.”

“Shit. That’s fucking hot. How was the kiss?”

A sigh. “Good. Like, really good.”

“So why are you crying?”

“You know why. I don’t know that I’m ready for this. I was out of my mind when he walked in. I think I would have let him do anything to me at that moment.” And I mean that.

“And?”

“And I’m not ready. I can’t cheat on Scott. I think I need to hit the brakes. Maybe we should just slow things down and continue to talk on the phone. Judging by last night, I don’t know that I can be trusted when I’m around him. He gets me all worked up.”

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