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“When it comes to you, I don’t.”
I press my back against his front, rolling my hips and lifting my arms to reach behind his neck. His warm breath skates along my skin as we move together.
It’s been almost a week since our camping trip. We haven’t done anything other than kissing since the night in the bathtub because I haven’t wanted to push it while Bryce was in pain. But tonight, I think it’s safe to say he’s feeling better.
“I have dinner waiting for us at home,” he whispers, his lips on my neck.
Home.
Not the inn, or my place.
Home, like it’s mine as much as it is his.
I spin around so I’m facing him again, and lift onto my toes, speaking the words against his mouth. “I have other plans for you when we get home. Dinner can wait.”
Before Bryce can pick his jaw up off the ground, Gianna pauses the music and claps, signaling for us to get back into our spots. She teaches us a few new steps, and then we put it all together. It was fun dancing with Freddie, but it’s a different experience entirely dancing with Bryce. It’s intimate, and sexy, and everything dancing should be.
At the end of class, I clasp Bryce’s hand as we walk out of the studio. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me. The fact that you’ve been taking lessons to practice for me ...” I shake my head. “Thank you, Bryce.”
He presses a feather-soft kiss to my lips. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”
Tears well behind my lids, and emotion surges inside me, clogging my throat. “Let’s go home.”
I get into Beatrice’s car, and Bryce follows in his truck behind me. Desire courses through me, anticipation bubbling underneath my skin. A small, quiet voice in the back of my mind whispers, After tonight, there’s no going back, but I try to ignore it. I’m aware of the risks. I’m aware of how this could end. But I’m also aware of the possibility, and I’ve felt too hopeless for too long.
Wherever this may lead, I’m going to enjoy the journey.
When we park, Bryce takes my hand as soon as I step out of the car. We make a beeline for his house, and once we’re inside, he pushes me against the door and his mouth is on mine. His hands slide under my dress, taking my ass in his huge palms and squeezing hard.
“Where’s Edward?”
“With Nana.”
“Good.” My fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt, our lips still fused together, and I yank it down his arms.
He tosses it to the floor, and kicks off his shoes. “Your shoes stay on.”
I back away from him until I reach the island in the middle of the kitchen. I tug on the bow at the center of my chest, letting the straps on my shoulders fall, and I push the fabric until the dress pools at my feet. As Bryce stalks toward me, his hungry eyes blazing a trail over my bare skin, I hop onto the granite in nothing but my black lace panties, and strappy black heels.
He steps between my legs, and I spread them wider to accommodate his large frame. His hands cup my breasts, and I arch into his touch before claiming his lips again. His kiss is a hot branding iron, setting my skin on fire, forever marking me with the memory of his mouth. We’re frantic tongues, and hands in hair, and grinding hips.
I drag my nails down his back. “I can’t believe you learned how to dance for me.”
“Anything for you, Charly.” He grips my jaw as his teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, sucking hard before releasing it with a pop. “Anything.”
His fingers skim under the thin lace that’s already soaked with my desire. My head falls back, and I let out a loud moan that echoes off the walls. He plays with me until I’m at the edge of an orgasm, and I whimper at the loss of his touch. He sucks his coated fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes like it’s the best thing he’s tasted.
I hop down from the counter. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
“Bedroom.”
We crash into the walls along the hallway, unable to keep our hands off each other as we make our way into Bryce’s bedroom.
“I need you to do something for me,” he says as he lays on the mattress, curling his index finger for me to come closer to him.
I climb on top of him, and he guides my hips higher, positioning me over his face. I gaze down at him between my thighs. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you, but I can’t bend down so I need you on top of me.” He sinks his teeth into the inside of my thigh, and chases the sting with his tongue. “I want you to ride my face. Will you do that for me, Charly?”
