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And while I’m lost in every single sensation he’s evoked within me, he loses himself to his: head thrown back, hands gripping tight, lost in the moment.

It’s erotic as hell to watch.

I want to do it all over again just for this moment—to see him like this.

To know that I can do this—make him feel, want, and desire—just as he has me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

DREW

MY HEART RACES AND MY body is still alive with sensitivity as I slowly slip out of her, but Christ Almighty, I can’t stop staring at her.

Cheeks flushed, body tempting me to sink back into it again, and those eyes of hers. The hazel ones that look up at me from beneath thick lashes, drugged with desire, lure and tempt when I’ve already been won over.

How is it possible? How do I already want her again when my pulse hasn’t even settled down yet? How does this make any sense?

I fall onto the bed beside her in a less than graceful manner but she’s still breathing hard too, so I’m good.

Hell, I’m better than good. I’m fucking fantastic.

I close my eyes for a beat and when I open them, I take the moment to look around her room. It’s no-frills but then again, I’d expect nothing else from her. There are light tans and dark browns mixed with light walls. It’s way too clean but again, it’s Brexton.

“You know this is backward, right?” she asks, breaking the silence. “You’re supposed to go on dates first, then sleep together.”

“True, but I’ve been dating you some way or another my whole life.” I chuckle and turn on my side so I can see her.

She’s staring at the ceiling, and I take in her profile. Straight nose, lips a little swollen from mine, hair fanned out on the pillow all around her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks.

Yeah, Drew. What’s that supposed to mean?

I shake my head into the pillow and laugh to cover the words that almost came to my lips.

The ones that can’t be real.

The ones that don’t make any fucking sense.

How can I already think maybe I’ve been looking for a little piece of her in every woman I’ve dated? How can I know that when honestly, I barely even know the woman she is now?

And yet the thought was there, on the tip of my tongue. The epiphany so very clear.

Thank God I didn’t say it out loud.

“Nothing. It was just—” I try to distract. “I guess maybe we’ve been avoiding each other because we knew this would happen. That damn kiss in the Keys set us up for it.” I smile as she turns on her side to look at me.

Half her face is hidden by the pillow but the rise of her breast and the curve of her hip are visible in the soft moonlight filling the room.

“Maybe it did,” she murmurs and then smiles softly. “I’m glad you took those two shots tonight, Drew.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” She reaches out and runs a hand down the length of my cheek. “If that’s what it took to get you to show up on my doorstep, then I’m glad you took them.”

I itch to reach out and touch her too, but I hate the feeling in my chest. The one that I don’t understand or care to. The betrayal that’s wound around it from being here—with her.

I offer her a shy smile to mask all the shit I don’t understand.