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Dane grabbed the back of my thigh, lifting it so that it hooked on his waist, and my center pressed tighter to his hard length. At my gasp, he grinned, a deliciously wicked grin, and backed me up against the nearest wall.
“Say my name,” he said as he moved his lips next to my ear. “Like you did last night.” He bit at my earlobe, and I moaned and curled my fingers into his shirt, sure I’d melt right to the floor if I didn’t grab onto him and hold on for dear life.
“Dane,” I said, and was rewarded with a sucking kiss on my neck as he ground against me. Goose bumps swept across my skin and the room spun.
Dane’s lips returned to mine, and as he captured them in a kiss, he lifted me, leaving me little choice but to wrap my other leg around his waist, too—not that I would’ve chosen differently. He carried me toward his bedroom and I drove my fingers through his hair, tugging his head to the side so I could kiss his neck the way he’d kissed mine.
He kicked his door closed and spun me so that my back was against it. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and peeled it off me. I made quick work of his, and while I knew he was ripped, knowing and seeing were two very different things. I ran my hands over his pecs and down his abdomen, relishing the dips and curves of all those drool-worthy muscles before wrapping my hands around his back to explore the hard planes there.
When Dane moved to kiss me again, I sighed at the delicious skin-on-skin sensation.
Slowly, he lowered me to my feet, groaning as I slid down his body. He reached up and flicked my earring, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. His eyes came back to mine, another emotion I couldn’t name mixing in with the desire.
“You know I care about you, right?” he asked, and a lump lodged in my throat.
“I hoped so.”
“I do.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “That’s why I’m going to ask you one more time… Are you sure about this?”
Instead of answering with words, I reached out and undid the button of his jeans. I slid down the zipper and he let out a sigh of relief as he sprung free of the tighter fabric, his white boxer briefs doing little to conceal his arousal.
I cupped him over the material and kissed him hard on the lips. “I’m sure.”
He circled my wrist with his fingers, and I had a sense of déjà vu, my body already protesting what was going to happen next, thanks to last night.
But then he used the grip to tug me to him and kiss me again as he reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, giving me the same treatment I’d given him, his warm hand pressing against me and the damp fabric.
Darts of electricity fired across my skin, awakening every nerve ending and sending a jolt through my core.
He slowly dragged a finger up, making me shudder the same way I had last night, then he grabbed onto my jeans and slid them all the way down.
Once I kicked free of them, he straightened, leaned back a couple of inches, and looked me up and down, his gaze heating my skin. “So fucking sexy.”
Happiness sang through me and I smiled, thinking he was pretty fucking sexy, too. Every inch of him radiated power and control, his muscles all working in tandem as he moved.
This was the area where I didn’t have much experience, and I was suddenly sure I was going to screw it up. Did I wait for him to make another move? Did I reach for him again? Did I…
Damn. When we were just friends, I guess I should’ve asked him if he liked forward women.
He took a few steps toward me, a predatory gleam in his eye, and my heart skipped a couple of beats. Oh, yeah. I’d wait for him to make a move if it was going to get my blood pumping like this.
One of his thighs slipped between both of mine, pressing against me, and making me want more—more friction, more of him, more of everything—and then he walked me backward until my knees hit the bed. He laid me back, leaning over me and kissing me like I was oxygen and he hadn’t taken a full breath for months.
When he began trailing kisses down my body, I put my hand on the side of his face. “What are you doing? I already had my turn last night.” Heat flared through my cheeks as I said it, but it was true, and after how amazing he’d made me feel, I wanted to repay the favor. “It’s your turn.”
“Baby, this right here”—he swirled his tongue around one of my nipples and I moaned, my body automatically arching for more—“ispart of my turn.”
He moved to the other nipple, sucked it into his mouth, and then scraped his teeth lightly across it, causing another cascade of pleasure.
Then he continued kissing his way down my body. One delicious sensation after another tumbled through me. His lips, his breath warming my skin, the scruff of his whiskers… Oh God, his tongue.
He removed my panties and licked the spot that’d been pulsing and begging for more, sending relief through me, even as the move also fueled the overwhelming need taking control of my body.
He gripped my thighs and spread them farther apart. “So damn hot.” Before I could even wrap my head around his words, he followed them up with another swipe of his tongue. Pleasure, pure and all-consuming, claimed me. My muscles clenched, and then the sweet release came, his name falling from my lips as I let the euphoria overtake me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Dane
