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“You’re going to regret teasing me, Tanya.”
He digs his hand into my side, and I let out a surprised laugh, not expecting him to tickle me.
“Hey! Stop that.”
I push him away from me, and the smile on his face makes me smile in return.
“You deserve it for saying that Damien Hawthorne of all people is attractive.”
I open my mouth to tease him some more about it, but he narrows his eyes at me and lunges at me until he is laying on top of me, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t even think about it, woman. I can’t be held responsible for my actions if you keep going.”
I smile up at him, and we both realize at the same time what position we’re in. My smile slowly fades from my face as his eyes darken and trail over my face. His head lowers an inch, almost like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. My heart is racing in my chest, and I know he can feel it with how tightly he is pressed against me.
“Can I kiss you?”
Before I can even think about his question, I nod my head, and he slowly lowers his face to mine until our lips are pressed together. It starts off as a soft kiss. His lips simply pressed into mine, but when I sigh into it, he groans and runs his tongue along my lips, seeking entrance. I open my mouth to him, and as he deepens the kiss, I can’t help but tug on his suit jacket to try and pull him closer.
He doesn’t try to take it any further than the kiss, but it’s starting to drive me crazy that he’s not touching me. I push his jacket off his shoulders and run my hands up and down his broad back. I pull my lips away from his just enough to whisper in his ear.
“Touch me, Chandler. I want to feel your hands on me.”
I know it’s probably not smart for us to sleep together, but I haven’t felt this kind of passion in years. In the last nine years I’ve only slept with one person, and it was when Sophia was around two. I feel desperate for Chandler now. Ever since I had that dream of us, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, and I want him. Right now. I can deal with the outcome of it later.
Chandler lets out a breath and presses his forehead to mine, squeezing his eyes closed.
“Are you sure? If we go any further than this, I don’t know that I will have the strength to stop.”
His words have the opposite effect on me that I’m sure he meant them to. My body fills with heat, and I squirm under him at the thought of him losing control with me.
“I didn’t say anything about stopping.”
“Baby.” He groans the word, and my whole body clenches with how good he sounds saying it.
He stands suddenly, and just when I think he is going to stop this anyway, he leans down and picks me up bridal style and rushes to my bedroom. He bursts through the cracked door and falls onto the bed with me under him. He starts kissing and sucking along my neck, and I almost can’t get the words out with how good it feels.
“The door. You have to... you have to close and lock it.”
He jumps up from the bed and sprints to the door closing and locking it quickly before sprinting back over to me. He stops at the end of the bed and stares down at me, his eyes trailing over my body. It reminds me of the dream.
“I still can’t believe you’re here.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I sit up and pull the straps of my dress down and pull it until the top of my dress is around my waist, showing him my lacy red bra. He takes one step to me and traces one finger along the edge of it where my breasts are spilling over the cups. His touch feels electric, and my breathing becomes shallow.
“You are so beautiful.”
He cups my face in his hands and leans down to kiss me, slowly lowering us back down to the bed. His hands slide down my neck to the straps of my bra. He pulls them down before moving to undo the clasps at my back, freeing my breasts. His mouth never stops moving down my body, and as he flings the bra off to the side, he captures one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Chandler.” His name comes out on a gasp.
He finishes pulling my dress off of me, forcing my hips to lift so he can slide it past my butt. He pulls away from my breasts when he can’t reach further down to take the dress off my feet and starts trailing kisses down my sternum, to my navel, stopping at the edge of my matching red panties. With the dress finally off, all that I’m wearing is my underwear, so he stops to sit up and look at my body.
“You are far too dressed.” I reach for his shirt as I say this and start to pull the hem from out of his pants where he has it tucked.
He lets me unbutton his shirt before he stands and undresses at the edge of the bed.
“Move up the bed.”
