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His hand slid through my hair and down to cup one of my breasts. He rocked his hips into mine, and I let out a needy whimper, my hips rolling to meet his.

I had no idea how long our kiss lasted by the time we finally broke apart again. We stared at each other, breathing raggedly.

“Fuck, Piper,” Dylan murmured.

I felt cheeky and so wildly out of control that I didn’t think when I replied, “You could do that.”

He let out a sharp bark of a laugh.

Chapter Eleven

DYLAN

After we returned to our room, Piper and I studied each other across the bed.

“Uh, that was crazy,” she offered.

I nodded slowly. I was still aroused, my cock swollen and pressing against my zipper.

“What if—” She began but then abruptly turned away. Long seconds ticked by before she turned back. “It would be crazy, right?”

We had already crossed the threshold of crazy, but I knew what she meant. We could chalk up that crazy kiss to being caught up in the moment. If it went further, we might have a problem.

I shrugged. Because at this point, I wasn’t thinking clearly. At all. All I knew was I wanted Piper. I wanted to see this through. I wanted more.

“Let’s just go to sleep,” I finally said, clinging to some kind of sanity, a thread of propriety.

Piper was Wade’s little sister. I couldn’t fuck her. Even though she had specifically said I could.

We went to bed. Once again, despite that silly wall of pillows, I woke in the night with Piper plastered to me. This time, my arm was wrapped around her waist, and my palm was covering the sweet little curve of her bottom.

I’d never let myself think about Piper much. In fact, I trained myself around her not to notice much. She was cute as hell and just the kind of woman I craved—with generous curves and more cute than pretty.

She shifted against me, and I felt when she came awake.

Fuck it. You’ve already messed this up. Might as well make the best of it.

I could try to play it cool. But we had already kissed. We already agreed that was crazy.

If she moved her knee even an inch, she would brush against the tire rod of my arousal.

“Dylan?” she whispered in the darkness.

To let her know I was awake, I squeezed her bottom. Her breath hissed. “Dylan!”

“What? We already kissed. Plus, this is the second night I’ve woken up like this with you.”

I felt the curve of her smile against my shoulder where her head was tucked. She shifted, moving that knee. Whether she did it on purpose or not, I didn’t know, but I heard her startled breath.

“Can’t hide it,” I said into the darkness.

“What do you mean?”

“Piper, I want you. I want to fuck you,” I said bluntly. “Even though it’s a really bad idea.”

“It is a bad idea, isn’t it?” She moved again, and I felt her palm land on my chest. She rested her chin atop it.

My heart rampaged in my chest, and I ached with need. For my best friend’s little sister. Fuuuuuuuck.

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