Page 134 of Dirty Plans

London’s expression softens with understanding and he kisses my right eyebrow.

Then, my eyelid.

My cheek.

My nose.

Then, his tongue skirts the place where my lips meet and I fall back into the pillow with a moan.

“I’m clean, as well. I was checked a while ago. But I haven’t—” London begins, speaking between kisses.

I run my hands over his muscled back, dragging my fingernails in an upward motion. “I trust you.”

“You will be my undoing. I hope you know that,” he mutters, pulling himself off me long enough to kick off his shoes and shuck his jeans to the floor.

I can’t bring myself to tear my eyes from him. He’s so fucking beautiful—I could stare at him for days and never get bored.

But right now, I need more. I slide to the edge of the bed, and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Now, we’re even.

He sucks in a deep breath, his gaze straying over my chest. “Fuck, Lily, you are so incredibly sexy.”

Until now, I never felt it.

Never had those words uttered to me in the way he says them. Like I was somehow molded by the gods solely for the purpose of being perfect for him.

Yet, despite all of that, I know the feeling.

Because he’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

He’s standing right in front of me and I look up at his handsome face, my heart pounding in my ears—and just about everywhere else.

“You were made for me,” I whisper.

A ghost of a smile crosses his features and I reach out, slowly removing his black boxer briefs before he can stop me. His erection springs free and my breath catches.

Sexy doesn’t even begin to cover all this man is.

Only one word comes close.

Soulmate.

When his briefs hit the floor, he steps out of them and I wrap my hands around his length, needing to feel him.

He groans, his head falling back. “I wouldn’t do too much of that.”

A grin floats to my lips and I quirk an eyebrow. “Why is that?”

London levels me with a desperate glare as I smile sweetly before I flick my tongue across the slick moisture pooling at his tip.

I moan, enjoying the feel and taste of him on my tongue.

He flat-out growls at me, planting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me back onto the bed. “For the same reason you don’t want me to go slow.”

Then, in a movement so swift, I barely register it, he slides the last remaining piece of fabric from my body. It flies over his shoulder as he prowls forward, nudging my legs wider as he settles between them.

My chest heaves with my breaths, every nerve alive and sparking with anticipation of what happens next.

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