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“No,” she whispers, sending heat through my veins. “Not yet.”

I tighten my grip on her hair and slowly pull her head back, exposing her throat.

I don’t take my eyes off her as I press soft kisses against her bared skin.

Her hands grip my shoulders desperately, nearly pulling a groan from me.

“You will be,” I promise darkly, loving her little shivers.

I press myself harder against her, pushing her thighs apart to fit mine between them.

Her dress is tight, and I hitch it up, not giving a fuck about the fabric.

“Looks perfect on you, sweetheart, but now it’s in my way.”

My hand burns a trail up her thigh until it cups her bare ass.

I arch an eyebrow as I discover the thin strap of her thong.

I glance down, eyeing the dark red material with its rough edges, and lift it to snap against her skin, loving the sound.

“These are surprising.”

“Why?” she asks, drawing my attention back to her kiss-bruised lips.

“You don’t know what underwear I like. You don’t know me at all.”

She’s right. I don’t know much about her personality, her likes, or even what she does for work.

But I do know how fucking good she sounds with my tongue in her mouth.

Instead of responding, I grip her thigh roughly, pulling it up against my hip before diving back between her lips.

The kiss is fast and electric.

I nibble her bottom lip, loving how she jerks each time even as her tongue presses against mine in a sensual dance.

The wall works fine, but I’m not risking a back injury before the season starts with acrobatic bullshit.

Without letting go, I walk backwards until I feel the bed against my knees.

“Let’s get you out of this,” I say, eyeing her dress as I push it from her shoulders.

Near the bed, the lighting is better.

Dirty blonde hair frames a heart-shaped face, and her lips are red and swollen.

She doesn’t fight me removing the material, but grabs it before it falls completely.

“I borrowed this from a friend… she’d be pissed if I let it get trampled.”

I huff a low laugh as she clutches the dress like it’s armor.

Tough on the outside, sure.

But there’s a softness under that spark— something unguarded she didn’t mean to show me.

I shouldn’t notice.