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“I don’t want you to leave either.”
A relieved sigh gustedout of me. I pressed my lips to the crown of her head.
“We don’t have to—“
“We can just slee—“
We grinned as we spoke and stopped at the exact same time. I pressed a grateful, careful kiss on her mouth.
It was that strange, unfamiliar mix of new and routine. She handed me one of my own shirts to sleep in—one that had gone missing about six months ago—but didn’t make eye contact as she crawled into bed. Clothes remained on by unspoken agreement, and when I pulled her across the mattress and into my arms, every muscle in my body relaxed.
Home.
When I woke up in the morning, Tess’s purple hair in my mouth and arm numb from where she laid on it, I’d never felt as happy as I was at that moment.
My dad was full of it.Thiswas right.Thiswas what everything was about.
I still had daisies on my toes when I went into the office on Monday.
Chapter 13
Tess
“You really don’t need to keep bringing me these.” I tried to sound serious, but it was hard when a silly smile danced across my face. Was I going to turn into a pile of giddy mush every time Dylan brought me something? Very likely.
Every latte or bouquet that showed up at my door was another thread woven back into the tapestry of our relationship. The one I’d thought had been ruined forever.
“You like them, though.” Dylan’s head cocked as I leaned against my desk, sipping the coffee he’d handed me. I felt his eyes travel along the length of my neck as I swallowed. It wasn’t just the coffee that was hot today.
“I really do,” I admitted, biting my lip as I stared down at the cup. He’d gotten me one of the reusable ones after our conversation about the environmental implications of single-use containers. It was purple, and it made me smile.
“Then you keep getting them.” His voice sounded far away, and I glanced up to see him contemplating the place where my teeth pressed into my bottom lip.
He was so cute. And sexy. It had been three weeks since that night he’d pressed me up against the wall in my hallway and almost made mecome with a few flicks of his fingers. We’d fooled around since then, mostly making out on my couch or in his car after a date, but always stopped before anything could get too intense below the belt.
Waiting to have sex had seemed like a great idea a couple of weeks ago, but recently it was harder to see the merit. Our Friday date nights had expanded, and it was rare we didn’t see each other after work these days. For drinks, or dinner, or to try a trivia night. Being around him almost constantly, wanting him so badly, and not being able to have him…it was torture.
His cheekbones heated when he realized I’d caught him ogling. Oh, to hell with it. My office door was closed. He was just too handsome, and I was just a little too horny.
“Thank you,” I whispered, hooking my fingers into the collar of his shirt to bring him down for a kiss. A light, chaste peck. No more than a smooch.
Except the moment his lips touched mine, lightning darted straight through my core. My light, chaste peck turned into something a little feral. My fingers tightened on his shirt at the same moment his hands wrapped around my waist. He dragged me closer, mouth opening to flick his tongue against mine.
I couldn’t help my soft moan. He was too hot, too good at this, and I had missed this too much. My head turned as his tilted. I gasped while he groaned. Tongues brushed against each other. It felt decadent. Electricity popped in my veins, making my brain feel fuzzy and hot, zipping between my legs. His arms felt strong around me, clasping me tight like he couldn’t get enough.
We fought to get closer, to fuse together. I pressed against him, and he shifted. For an instant, with limbs tangled and head dizzy, it felt like we’d accomplished it. I couldn’t feel where I ended and he began.
He backed me to the edge of my desk, rocking his hips so I could feel him hardening against my belly. I sucked his lip into my mouth while I shivered. I pulled on his clothes, despising the fabric between us.
“Tess,” he groaned, tipping to rest his forehead against mine. The heat in his eyes incinerated the last shred of self-control I had left. I rose onto my toes, aiming to recapture his mouth, but he leaned back, breathing like he’d just sprinted around the building.
An involuntary whimper left my lips.
“I know, trust me.” His face looked pained, filled with regret. He pressed into me once more, rolling his hips to underscore his words. “I know. But I figured you’d want to stop before we get into sex at work territory.”
His words cracked the door back open on my sanity. I blinked, letting go of his neck. Somehow, I still held the latte in my other hand. I hadn’t numbly dumped the whole thing on the floor in my scramble to climb him.
So much for a little smooch. “Right. Thank you.” I smoothed my hands down my pants, like I could physically brush the lust away. “That’s a good call.”
