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“No, I’m not. I’m going to tell me that it made my heart swell, made me feel … special, treasured.” Loved. But I can’t say that because it can’t be. We don’t have that. We’re not…

“You should feel that way because I do treasure you and you are special. Very special to me.” He caresses my chin and takes my mouth, teases the seam of my lips, circles his tongue inside and explores, claims every part, everything I have as he pulls me toward him. I’m consumed by the feel, by the experience of him claiming me and my hand on his twitching cock squeezes in response because I want to claim him. For mine. For now in this moment.

A deep growl comes from his throat and he covers my hand with his. It’s his bad one.

“Fuck,” he says, immediately removing it. “Take it easy on me. I’m on edge, always on edge with you.” His raspy voice is so sexy I want to climb in his lap right now.

“You need to be careful of that hand.” I feather a touch of it, feel the swollen flesh, still cold. He doesn’t flinch. “About undressing you,” I say, shifting away from him. He gives me a devilish grin, but his eyes are warm and adoring. He’s everything and I take a deep breath, reaching for his bowtie. My hands shake and I’m getting that out-of-control sensation again, like I’m falling down an endless hole. Only this time I know where it’s heading. And it’s a place I can’t go because I can’t be that vulnerable again. Ever. He notices my hesitation because a question appears in his eyes.

“Stay with me, sha. Stay in the present, the here and now.” He begs me without begging and I collapse into him, hugging my arms around him, all at once giving into an eruption of emotion, of unnamed feelings. He wraps his arms around me, nuzzles my ear, whispering how beautiful I am, how strong I am, how much he---I pull from him.

“Your clothes—stop distracting me or I’ll never get them off you and you’ll have to sleep in a James Bond tuxedo and I’ll be forced to take photos of you—” I’m into nervous babbling mode and he laughs at me, putting his good hand over my mouth.

“You can take your time. We have all night.” His simmering eyes slash through all the nerves and hesitation in me, with such promise, of paradise and all there is in the universe and all of time all wrapped up in the here and now. I tug at his bowtie with abandon and determination this time, loosening it and slipping it from his collar. Then I fling it over my shoulder without premeditation. He rumbles that sexy chuckle and I work on his buttons while he watches with hooded eyes and barely banked passion.

After I manage to get his jacket and shirt off, he stands, looking down at me with mind-spinning desperation and triumphant anticipation warring in his eyes, waiting for me to strip his pants from him, to unleash his cock. Reaching for his zipper, I lick my lips and the bulge leaps at me, alive and seething like an untamed beast. saliva pools in my mouth and my pussy melts between my legs. With my heart beating wildly and my breath hitching on the promise of ecstasy, of him releasing a barbaric orgasm inside me, of me shattering around him, losing myself, losing the world around us, I tear his zipper down and wrench his massive hard cock free.

His guttural moan more than matches mine as I grasp him, revel in the silky feel, the heavy weight, the pulsing energy of him in my hand.

“I want to feel you inside me.” the words come from my depths, bypassing whatever conscious thinking mind still functions. My eyes dart to his and the wonder and hunger I see bathes me in a new wave of heat.

He lifts a shaky hand to my face, caressing it. “I want you so much, sha,” he whispers. The intensity moves me and I pull down his pants and shorts and he steps out of them as he kicks off his shoes and I peel off his socks. When I stand, I step back from his reach and fill my eyes with the sight of him, shivering and gulping down the excess saliva so I don’t drool.

“my god, you’re perfect,” I say. He smirks, but I see the pride, the gratefulness in his eyes.

“That’s my line, babe. Let me undress you now—” I shake my head.

“Did you forget your injury. Let’s save your hand for more important things.”

“You mean for the game next week?” He arches a brow and my mouth bows up in a smile, then I reach back and unzip my dress, slip it from my shoulders and let it fall to my waist. He sucks in a breath.

“If that’s what you want—” He doesn’t let me finish my sentence and reaches out with both hands, good and bad, pulling me in as he pushes the dress down my hips until I’m in his arms wearing only my bra and panties, more exposed to him than ever before.

But it’s funny because I don’t feel vulnerable, I feel cherished by the look on his face, his whispered words in my ear, the reverent sweep of his good hand up my back. He expertly unclasps my bra and the sensation of being peeled back zips through me, an unimaginable thrill. I feel safe in his arms, under his gaze, and at his mercy, because by god, I am totally and thoroughly his in this moment. And all there is, is this moment, the here and now to take and experience fully and completely.

The sense of abandon that overtakes me, pushing my blood to throb through me, my center to swell with intense waves of desire, is like nothing I’ve ever felt, like heaven on earth and I know it’s just the beginning.

When he tucks both of his thumbs inside the top of my panties and pushes them down past my hips and then my thighs, my shallow breathing quickens. The buzzing in my head prevents me from thinking, from all but the sensual paradise, the lighting of all my nerves.

“I want you so much.” The words are mine. He meets my eyes, pressing my naked body against his as I step from my panties and shoes. The sensation of my skin against his clicks something in me as if we’re two magnets coming together irresistibly and irrevocably.

“You have me,” he says, his breathing ragged, his cock pressed between us, hot and insistent

His strong hard arms surround me but I don’t feel trapped. I feel set free as he pulls us The heat and feel of his body against mine muffle the reality of the outside. When he takes my face in his hands and I know he’s going to kiss me and I know it’s going to be different somehow, my heart tumbles into a wild drumbeat of anticipation and my hips thrust forward to find his long hard cock ready for so much more.

An instant of reality explodes in a crystal white light of clarity in my mind, tearing me from the here and now, freezing me, freezing all that heat that’s been pooling in my core.

“Wait—” He freezes, loosens his hold on me.

“Wait?” he breathes, his voice filled with pain, longing and desperation. “What if I don’t know why I’m waiting or what I’m waiting for? What if all we have is this one moment, this one time to… make love?”

The gulp in my throat is so large and so mighty I feel like I’m swallowing my whole life and career with it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dylan

I feel the exact moment she abandons all reason, all hesitation, for good. The release feels complete as she takes my face in her hands and kisses me, deep and desperate and like she never wants to let me go, her hands trembling, her lips quivering with need. We fall back on the bed and I gather her under me, stroking her silky skin, over her rib cage and down her sides to the curve of her hips.