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She crossed her arms over her chest, causing the deep V-neck to allow me more of a peek at what was beneath it before heading over to the couch and kicking my suitcase off with her bare foot. “You are a child.”
Despite the irritation in her voice, I could see exactly where she was looking. Could feel her tense as I popped another button, and then another, until my shirt hung open and my chest was bare. “You really shouldn’t be looking at a child like that, Ice Bunny.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not your bunny.”
“Then don’t stare at me like you want me.”
“I could say the same to you,” she hissed. “You couldn’t keep your needy fucking glances to yourself all night. You’re lucky I made it through without any hiccups.”
“You’re lucky I made it through without a goddamn erection,” I shot back. “You knew damn well what you would do to me wearing that. You can’t pretend that you didn’t.” I tugged my shirt out from where it was tucked in, letting it hang loose around my body as I took a step toward her. The little squeak that came from her lips made my cock twitch and press against the zipper of my slacks. “You wanted me to want you.”
In truth, I was incredibly proud of her for getting through the evening without a single hitch, but I couldn’t very well say that.
“You wanted me to be frustrated,” I continued. I tugged my belt free from its clasp with one hand, half for my own sanity and half to get a rise out of her. “You wanted those looks from me. You wanted me fucking feral for you.”
“So what if I did?” she breathed, the words barely more than a whisper as she struggled to keep her eyes off my belt. “It doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything.” Her chest rose and fell as she stared me down.
I took another step, closing the distance between our bodies until we were nearly touching. “Why?”
“Because that’s not what either of us want. Not really.” She swallowed, her throat bobbing, and fuck I wanted nothing more than to fill it. But there was something else there too, something lurking beneath the surface, something I didn’t dare to acknowledge. She wasn’t wrong, but it felt wrong to deny it.
“Tell me not to kiss you, then.”
She stopped breathing.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I said. I lifted one hand to her cheek, cradling it gently, and grabbed her around the waist with my other hand, pulling her into my chest. “Just tell me no, Ray, and I’ll stop. I know how much you love to say it to me.”
Her fingers wrapped around the edges of my collar.
“So go ahead and say it.”
Her lips parted and I fully expected to hear the word “no” come from her mouth but it didn’t.
“I’ll make it easier,” I whispered. I dragged my thumb along her lower lip, pulling the skin to the side and smearing her lipstick. So fucking pretty. “If you want me, tell me so. Say yes.”
“Yes.”
Thank God.
Her lips crashed into mine before I could make a move, stealing the air from my lungs. She tugged me down to her height with my shirt, and a moment later it was gone, long forgotten on the floor. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to tear the dress she wore to shreds, but that would mean never seeing her in it again which I was simply not at all okay with. I wanted her to wear it every day. I wanted her to wear it forever, to never leave my fucking bed, to never be more than arm's reach from me.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled between kisses, and as I freed up her mouth to venture to her neck instead, the words came easier. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m fighting it.”
“You want it,” I breathed. I sucked at the skin beneath her ear, in the little hollow there that I knew made her squirm last time. Her body writhed in my grasp, her hips pressing against mine, and I swear I felt lightheaded for a split second as the blood rushed to my cock. “You want me.”
“I want you.” Her nails pressed into the skin of my chest, hard and needing. “Wade, please.”
I led her backward toward the bed, my fingers fumbling for the zipper of her dress. Just the way her voice sounded was enough to drive me insane. I’d follow it anywhere, especially when she begged like that.
“Where is the…?” I asked, breathy and desperate as I realized I wasn’t going to find the zipper.
“It doesn’t have one.” I let her go for a second, the distance feeling like too much, and fought with myself to not grab her back. Instead, I laid down on the bed and watched as she clumsily grabbed the neckline of her dress and forced her arms out of the sleeves, her breasts bare.
My mouth watered.
She slid the fabric down to her hips, pushing it over the crest, and damn she wasn’t wearing underwear. Not a fucking thing beneath that dress.
“Christ,” I breathed, my legs giving out, my ass hitting the mattress. I was grateful she hadn’t told me before we’d left the room earlier or I wouldn’t have been able to function around my family. “Come here,” I rasped, and the way her wild eyes met mine reminded me of a deer in headlights. “Come here.”
