Page 50 of Sweeter Than Fiction

What exactly does he have in mind?

When we get in, I stand and watch him rustle around in my dresser drawers until he finds a t-shirt and a pair of leggings. He lays them on the bed and goes to walk out of the room.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Letting you change. I know that dress is driving you crazy. I’ll be waiting in the living room.”

I don’t want him to go. As much as I don’t want to rush into anything kinky, I don’t want the train to completely halt. Ever since Don kissed me last night, I’ve barely been able to think of anything else. There’s no way I can just go back out there and watch Gilmore Girls with him without knowing what it feels like to have his hands all over me.

“Don, wait.”

He turns around to look at me. “Yes, beautiful?”

Beautiful.

That’s the first time I’ve ever been called that.

Gathering all the confidence I can muster, I say, “I need your help.”

He steps toward me. “What do you need?”

I turn around so that my face faces toward them. Moving my hair out of the way, I say, “I can’t quite reach the zipper on this dress.”

My breath hitches as his fingers slowly pull the zipper down, exposing my bare back.

“Can you help me finish taking it off?” I ask.

My words may sound like they’re full of confidence, but inside, the butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. I worry that any moment, I’m going to wake up, and this whole thing is going to be one crazy dream.

If it is, I guess I better make the most of it.

I feel Don take another step closer to me. His fingers reach to my shoulders to drag the straps of my dress down my arms. His lips lightly kiss the skin where the dress just sat, causing goosebumps to erupt all over me.

It falls to the ground in a heap at my feet. Usually, right about now, I’d be self-conscious that I’m standing in nothing but a bra and thong. But Don’s traveling kisses on my body make me not care even a little bit.

His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “Abby, promise me you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable, and I’ll stop.”

I nod.

“Promise me, Abs. I need you to say it.”

“I promise.”

When he hears those words, his fingers immediately find the clasp on my bra. He unhooks it, and I watch it fall down on top of my dress.

His lips continue to kiss my neck as his hands reach around to palm my breasts. I’ve never had a ton going on in the boob department, but Don doesn’t seem to mind.

My head falls against his chest as he rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He does it just hard enough to send electricity shooting through my entire body. My brain tries to focus on even the slightest bit, but it’s impossible. My thoughts swirl, melting everything together in the best possible way.

Everything gets even more fuzzy when one of his hands travels down my stomach to where my thong covers me. His fingers lightly rub through the thin material. Even with a barrier, when I feel the contact on my clit, my knees about buckle underneath me.

When he starts to move away, I let out a soft whimper.

“Do you want more?” He asks.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Say it. Tell me what you want.” His deep voice commands.

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