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“Maybe I . . . I was touching myself,” I admit.

At first, I’m ashamed to admit it. But he was doing the exact same thing in the shower, and he’s not ashamed of it. I shouldn’t be either. I put my hands on my hips and give him an unblinking stare, daring him to say something.

He grabs the sides of my head and crushes his lips to mine. My body is again trapped between his hard body and the wall. “Jess, I want to touch you like that. You have no idea how badly I want my fingers inside of you,” he murmurs against my lips.

My senses are heightened, and my breath is ragged. I’m nervous yet excited. “I want that, too, Dax.”

I press my breasts against his chest, and I move my hands down to the waistband of his boxers. He groans against me as my hands slip beneath the material to grasp his ass.

He rocks against me, and this time, it feels more urgent.

“Touching you isn’t going to be enough. I won’t stop until I’ve had every inch of you . . .”

Chapter 12

Dax

We somehow make it to the bed, which is just a few feet away. I’m not even sure how we got here. The only thing I can focus on is the gorgeous sight before me. Jess is gloriously naked, except for the tiny scrap of lacy red material that covers the very core of her. It feels like I’ve wanted this, waited for this for so long. Since the moment we met all those months ago, I have been inexplicably drawn to her. The last few weeks, however, she’s become an obsession.

Finally, every erotic dream and thought I’ve had of her can come true.

The girl of my literal dreams is lying there, almost completely naked, in my bed. She’s looking up at me with her catlike green eyes, and I’m so filled with lust I can hardly stand it. I’m dying to lay down beside her and run my hands through her chestnut curls and kiss her until she begs me to take her.

My pulse is hammering, and I feel unsteady as I put one knee onto the bed, lean over, and run my hand up her thigh. The series of goosebumps left in my path tell me she’s as affected by my touch as I am by hers.

I lean down and run my tongue along the same path as my hand, from her knees up her thigh. Her delightful shiver and sigh of pleasure tells me everything I need to know. When my mouth reaches her panties, I use my teeth to tug gently on the delicate lace. My fingers and mouth edge her panties down her smooth legs.

Jess hitches her leg up to try and hide herself from me, but I’m too greedy. I need to see her. I need her to want me as much as I want her.

But I also have to pace myself.

I crawl above her, but I’m careful not to lay on her yet. I’m balanced on one arm and my knees as I lean down to take a hardened nipple into my mouth. My free hand moves to her other breast, tracing a path to her sensitive nub. When I simultaneously pinch one nipple with my lips and the other with my fingers, she gasps and arches her back.

She grasps my head, and I feel her pulling at my hair.

“Dax . . .”

“I love how you say my name. That sexy, breathy tone drives me fucking wild. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”

I put my lips on the base of her neck. Her pulse is beating wildly, an erratic motion that matches my own.

I feel the hesitant glide of her hands moving from my hair, down my arms, and toward the waistband of my boxers. She slides her warm fingers inside, and after a momentary hesitation, she moves her thumb lightly up and down my cock in a teasing motion. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to take a calming breath.

Jess finally grasps my cock firmly, fully, and I feel like I’m flying. When she moves her hand, I have to fight to regain focus on what I need to do.

It’s not about me. It’s about her.

I lift back up and put my lips to hers in a scorching kiss full of electric heat. My tongue mimics the movement of her hand as she strokes me up and down with relentless pressure.

Her fingers leave me, and I feel her tugging my boxers down. Impatient to have her touching me again, I yank the boxers off and throw them off the bed. I lay back down next to her, and she grabs me again. Her warm hands sliding up and down on my cock is pure bliss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, but there’s no conviction in her voice.

I run my palm down her body and slide it between her legs. I’m barely touching her and can already feel the wetness surrounding her. “I disagree. This is exactly what we should be doing.”

Just as I lean down to take her nipple in my mouth, I slip one finger into her waiting heat. She moans and lifts her hips as I circle her sensitive clit. Her grip on me tightens as she moves her hips against me. When I ease a second finger into her and add pressure as I press deeper, her hips jump off the bed again, this time higher.

I feel her clench against me as I continue moving in her.