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Shit, I don’t know what to do with the emotion pulsing out of her.

With a swallow, I glance at her bed and point to the laptop. “Back to the Future, huh? Is that your go-to on a stormy night?”

She snickers and rests against me, tucking her forehead into the crook of my neck. My arm automatically moves around her. I like the way she fits against me. I love that she’s wearing my hoodie. Damn, this feeling in my chest is?—

“I’ll watch anything to distract me on a night like this.” She tenses against me as the window lights up, her fingers curling into my wet jacket when the thunder follows.

“It’s okay,” I murmur, cupping her cheek and nudging her head off my shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” she whispers.

“Yeah.” It’s all I can say, because like hell I’m walking out that door when she’s looking like this. “Come on, let’s watch the rest of the movie. I’ll hold you tight until this storm passes.”

She nods, glancing at her bed and biting her bottom lip. I steady her as she walks back to her bed, then frown when she slaps her laptop closed and pops it up on the shelf before looking over her shoulder at me.

Oh shit.

Those eyes of hers are changing.

That glint I love so much is coming back into them, and then she gives me an offer I will never be able to refuse.

“We could watch a movie…” She turns back to face me, running her fingers from the bottom of her ear down to her neckline. Lightly tugging on the zipper, she lowers it a few clicks and gives me a hooded smile. “Or we could do other stuff. More… distracting stuff.”

Oh fuck.

There’s no resisting this girl.

So why even try?

Lunging toward her with a hungry growl, I enjoy her giggle when I lift her off her feet and start kissing her like I wanted to the other night. She sinks against me with a happy sigh, fisting the back of my wet hair and drinking me in.

For the first time in what feels like ever, we’re actually alone. Like completely alone. Our bodies somehow know this and start acting of their own accord.

Before I know it, my wet clothes are hitting the floor with sloppy slaps, her dry ones softly thumping down next to them.

She’s not wearing a bra, and the second I see those luscious tits, I’m mesmerized. Cupping them gently, I give them a squeeze, brushing my thumbs over those puckered nipples.

Her breath catches and I enjoy her shudder, grinning and then doing it again.

“Oh,” she gasps, tipping her head back and sending my cock into an impatient frenzy.

Wait your turn, buddy. Your time will come.

Pitching a tent in my boxer briefs, he starts tapping his proverbial foot while I take my sweet time, kissing Nylah’s neck and capturing her around the waist again.

Lifting her off her feet, I lay her down, sucking and licking my way back to those perfect tits. Shit, they are divine. Curling my lips around her nipple, I’m fueled by her whimpering moan and suck a little harder, loving the way her body arches toward me. Shit, she’s fire.

My hands explore her smooth skin, drawing pictures over her waist, then back up and around her shoulders. She’s still in her pajama pants, and I’m gonna have to get those things off her soon, but I’m not in any particular hurry.

I’ve been wanting this for what feels like forever, and I don’t want to rush it.

Nylah’s fingers scrape up my back, her breaths growing frenetic as I play with her nipples, then inch my hand toward her waistband.

She flinches when I tuck my finger along the hemline and I go still, checking her expression to make sure she actually wants this.

Her smile is tentative, her gaze shooting away from me as she goes to reach for the light.

“Why?” I stop her, gently catching her wrist before she can plunge the room into darkness.

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