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“Don’t be sorry.” Her nails scrape down my neck, sending a chill along my spine. She smiles as she arches against me while straddling my thigh. “Make it up to me. Because there’s nothing I’d rather do than live up to the woman you see when you paint me. Last night was not a mistake. I wanted to make love to you more than anything in the world. But I didn’t want to push you into something you didn’t want.”

My legs go weak as happiness swells up inside of me. “Oh, I definitely want to be pushed into something.”

Her eyes dance as she laughs. “Consider yourself pushed.” She stands on her tiptoes, but before she can get to my lips, mine are on hers. And I don’t care what stands between us. I want this woman in my life and in my bed because she’s already in my heart.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Bella

As his lips cover mine, my heart thunders in my ears. He wants me. This is not a mirage. Or some vivid fantasy I’ll wake up from and realize it’s not true. I’m here in his arms. In his room. I shudder. In my brothers’ home. Ugh. This is not the ideal situation. He lives with my brothers, and I live with my parents.

I pull back and lick my lips. His eyes swirl with the same desire I know is reflected in mine. “Is this a good idea?”

His eyebrows arch upward. “Is what a good idea?”

“Not us.” I thread my fingers through his hair to ensure he doesn’t think I’m changing my mind. I’m not questioning that. “You live with my brothers. Is it a good idea to have sex when they can hear us?”

He boosts me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist. “I think it’s a very good idea to have sex.” He smirks. “I’m guessing you can tell how good of an idea I think it is.”

“Yes.” I wiggle against his steely erection and whimper as his thick cock presses against the throbbing bundle of nerves at my apex. Yes, there’s no doubt he wants to have sex with me. “And I want you that same way. But what if someone comes in?”

“No one is going to come in.” He steps toward the bed. “For one thing, Xavier is the only one with a key, and he turned on the stereo to full blast when I came up the stairs.”

“Oh…” With each step, my sex bounces on the head of his cock. It’s like he’s already inside me, but our clothes are still on. My nipples tighten with anticipation as my body awakens in preparation for his onslaught. Because as amazing as last night was, this is better. Last night, I wished for our connection to be a reality. Today, I know it is. “I always knew I liked Xavier best.”

He swats my ass, causing a gasp to fly from my lips. “What was that for?”

“For flirting with Xavier all the time. For driving me crazy with jealousy and longing.” When his hand connects with my denim-covered cheek again, moisture floods between my thighs. I don’t know whether it’s from the contact of his hand against my ass or the fact that he admitted he was jealous of Xavier, but my excitement ramps up as his eyes glitter with a mixture of desire and anger.

“You had nothing to be jealous of.” I grab his face and hold him steady. He stops with his shins resting against the mattress. “I never liked Xavier. Not in that way. It’s always been you. It’s been you since my senior year.” I shake my head. “And years before that. I knew you didn’t notice me then, but–”

“I didn’t?” He arches his eyebrows while dropping me onto the soft mattress, causing me to flop on the bed in the most unladylike way imaginable, and raises the hem of his T-shirt.

With each inch of flesh that’s revealed, my eyes rake him in, and my mouth waters in appreciation. He’s gorgeous. Every solid inch of him is phenomenal. Thick thighs. Huge bulge at his crotch. Trim waist. Muscular abs. Nipple rings. My mouth drops open. My name on his chest. I lunge upright.

“What is this?”

“You.” He grips my hand and holds it over his chest. My name is above his heart, surrounded by intricate designs of a wildflower with a serpent wrapped around it. The tattoo is slightly obscured by the other work he’s had done, but it only took me a second to make it out.

My eyes search his. How’s this possible? How did no one notice? Or say anything? “I don’t understand.”

One corner of his mouth arches upward. “I’m assuming you don’t mean how I had the design drawn?”

“Stop,” I groan, rolling my eyes as I tug on the bar that goes through his nipple. He hisses and slams his mouth over mine while falling down on top of me, kicking my legs apart and ravishing me senseless until my head is reeling, and my sex is screaming for some much-needed attention.

After he pulls back, he stares at me with eyes that glow. “If you don’t want to be ravished, you should keep your hands to yourself. I don’t have any control when it comes to you.”

I spread my legs wider and scrape my fingers down his back. “Oh, I want to be ravished. Don’t think for one second, I don’t.”

“Good.” His lips and tongue skate along my jaw until he reaches my ear. “You smell so good. Touching you is driving me crazy. I want to be buried deep inside you more than I want my next breath.”

“Please,” I whimper as whatever question that started our conversation vanishes into thin air. The last thing I’m worried about is what we were talking about.

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me. Show me how much you want me. I need you.” I rock against his hard body, aching for relief.

“God, baby, you’re killing me,” he grunts, yanks my jean shorts open, and drags them and my panties down as his mouth sucks on the tender flesh below my ear. I kick at the denim until the shorts are off. “I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life.” He lunges two fingers into my heat.

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