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  “They talk about you, you know?” My sister said. “Mom and dad,” she supplied. “I think they miss you.”

  I smiled to keep from crying. For ten years, I wondered if they regretted their decision to send me away. After not hearing from them, I assumed they didn’t.

  “Maybe they’ll allow me to visit you sometime,” I said.

  “I hope so.”

  “Me too,” I embraced my sister in a tight hug. “You have my address, phone number and email, right?”

  She nodded. “Yes and you have mine.”

  “I love you, Rebekah.”

  After another round of hugging, I watched my sister disappear into the house.

  It was late when Dorian and I got back to Flora. He had been unusually quiet on the drive home, and I let him. My mind was full of thoughts of my own. When I unlocked the door to my apartment, we both stepped inside without saying a word to each other. Dorian shrugged out of his leather coat and I headed toward the bathroom.

  “I’m taking a shower,” I called over my shoulder.

  No response. Weird.

  I shut the door and began to strip off my clothes. I had been wearing them for two days now. Fiona offered some of hers, but there was no way I could squeeze into her size fours. I clasped the brush and ran it through my hair a couple of times to get the knots out before getting it wet. My naked body reflected back at me through the large mirror over the sink. A couple bruises dotted my shoulder and leg from where Holly had thrown me.

  I turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. I leaned against the wall, my eyes on the door. I thought about being in the tub at Dorian’s house and the way he had trailed the washcloth over my skin. My imagination began to run wild. If I could go back in time and do things differently, I would have seduced him into joining me in his tub. Knowing Dorian… It wouldn’t have taken much. His strong hands would have roamed over my soft skin eliciting moans from my mouth. My tongue rolled over my lips before I bit the upper one softly. My fantasy continued to manifest itself behind my closed eyelids. I saw Dorian lifting his shirt over his head, exposing the hard muscle beneath. I itched to run my tongue over each valley and taste every inch of him. A strong ache built between my legs as I fantasized about where he’d taste me. I used my hands, pretending they were his, and trailed a path up my stomach and to my breasts. My thighs pressed together and my head lolled to the side as I thought about his mouth on my erect nipples. An involuntary moan escaped my lips.

  I opened my eyes, worried Dorian had heard me. The bathroom was foggy with steam. Abandoning my daydream, I stepped into the tub. As the hot water poured over me, I imagined Dorian was in here with me. I wondered what the tile would feel like against my back so I turned and leaned against it. It was nice, but I imagined it would be better if Dorian was the one holding me against it. I would succumb to his dominance and let him claim my body the way he wanted to.

  I shook my head, snorting to myself. I was making up a fantasy when I could have the real thing. Dorian was just outside the bathroom door. I washed my hair and body in a rush, running the razor over my legs as quickly as I could without cutting myself. The entire time all I could think about was how stupid I’d been where he was concerned. I let my emotions over Aiden get in the way of my feelings for Dorian. Well, now Aiden is gone and I have been denying what I want for too long. For all of his faults, Dorian stayed beside me when he could have just walked away. He’d put up with my stubbornness, immaturity and whining. Now that I was thinking clearly, I wanted to make it up to him.

  I was smiling when I shut the water off and wrapped a towel around my body. My hand only hesitated on the door handle for a fraction of a second before I opened it. Fiona’s bedroom door was open so that meant Dorian was probably in the living room. I paused in the hallway, wondering if I should change into some lingerie. I looked down, observing the towel. Though not made of skimpy lace, it was sexy too. It hit just below my butt and a good amount of cleavage showed against the tight hold. My wet hair was brushed back to expose my chest.

  No more thinking.

  I padded down the hall and rounded the corner to the living room. Dorian was lying back against the sofa, one leg on the floor. His eyes were closed and his sunglasses on the coffee table. Was he sleeping already? I didn’t care; I would wake him up.

  The floor squeaked as I moved into the room. My body trembled with my anxiousness. I eyed his hands and a shiver jolted through my body at the thought of feeling them on my skin.

  “Dorian,” I said softly.

  He didn’t move.

  I moved closer to the sofa. Strands of hair fell against his face and the shadow of stubble lining his jaw enticed me further. I wanted to feel the scrape of it against my breasts. His lips were full: made for kissing. Without another thought, I bent over and placed my mouth over his, just a soft brush of lips.

  “This better not be a dream,” he said opening one eye.

  “Not a dream.”

  He sat up and I took a step back to give him a little bit of room. He stared up at me, a smile playing on his lips. There was something about the way he sat that turned me on. His legs were spaced far apart, his hands resting at his sides—so inviting.

  “What are you up to?”

  I smiled to myself. “I was just thinking…we never got the opportunity to finish what we started in New Orleans.”

  His hand came up to rub the side of his jaw. “Is that so?”

  Why isn’t he ripping the towel off my body already?

  “Hmm,” I said in agreement.

  “Wasn’t it you who told me that I needed to stop kissing and touching you?” He tilted his head to the side, no amusement on his face now.

  “It was,” I agreed, “but wasn’t it you who said you did not agree to those terms?”

  “Gwen,” he breathed heavily, “I can’t do this…this hot and cold shit. Either you want to be with me or you don’t. There is no middle ground.”

  Crap, he was angry with me. I didn’t blame him. In fact, I would have tossed me to the curb a long time ago. The point that he was still here was a testament to his character. I couldn’t tell him that I was serious this time; I had to show him.

  I stepped between his legs and knelt down on my knees. I grinned when Dorian’s eyebrows rose slightly. The clouds in his eyes sped up and twirled showing me he was anxious to see what I would do next… I brought my hands up to rest on his legs and lifted myself up so that I could reach his mouth.

  “This is me wanting to be with you, Dorian,” I said against his mouth before I kissed him. I sucked on his bottom lip first and then ran my tongue over it. When he didn’t return my kiss I leaned back and looked at his face. My stomach dropped at the thought of him turning me down. He was silent for so long I thought for sure some long speech was coming that would result in my humiliation. The earlier heat coursing through my veins turned to ice as seconds ticked by.

  “Say something,” I finally snapped.

  “Say it again,” he replied. His mouth opened slightly as his tongue rolled over his bottom lip. The rasp of his voice was dominant and hungry.

  “I want you, Dorian.”

  “How much do you want me?” A ghost of a smile teased his mouth and chased away my unease. Okay, so he wanted to make me work for it. I was up for the challenge.

  “So much that my thighs tremble at the thought of having you.”

  He sucked in a deep breath and gripped the edge of the sofa tight. “I’m not convinced,” he lied, but I allowed it. I had turned him away so many times. I deserved a little payback.

  “It’s true,” I smiled. “When I think about your hands…” I lifted one of them from the death grip he had on the couch and brought it toward my mouth.“On my body, the sweetest ache burns through me.” I kissed his forefinger, nipping the flesh softly before twirling my tongue around it. I kept eye contact with him the entire time, urging him to give in to me. When I took his entire finger into my mouth, a harsh intake of air hissed
between his lips.

  “And when I think about your lips,” I continued as I stood up in front of him, “on my breasts…hmmm.” My hands roamed over the towel, coming up to said breasts. Dorian stared at me in awe. His mouth was slightly open. His chest rose and fell heavily and, if I wasn’t mistaken, a bulge grew beneath the zipper of his jeans.

  “Do you believe me now?”

  “Perhaps,” he said, standing up. He towered over me, powerful and desirous. The air around him cooled a little bit and licked against my body. Goosebumps pebbled my heated skin. “But I’m warning you right now, there will be no distraction that will stop me from taking you hard and fast.”

  Holy shit. Heat pooled between my legs at the thought.

  “Do you understand?” He tucked a finger beneath my chin and tipped my head up. “No more running. No more excuses. No more thinking. If you say you want me then you better be prepared for what that means.”

  “Understood,” my voice came out breathy. He was a lot better at seducing than I was. In a few short sentences, he was able to own me. I quivered like an excited puppy at the promise of his words.

  “Good,” he said, “now let’s get rid of this pesky thing.” With a hard tug, he ripped away my towel and threw it across the room. It crashed against the pictures hanging on the wall and fell to the floor. The anticipation running through my body left me breathless.

  I stood before him naked, but he did not seize me. Instead, he tugged his t-shirt up and over his head, discarding it. I devoured him with my eyes; starting at his broad shoulders, to his strong chest and down to the ripples of his stomach. His jeans hung low on his hips. A path of dark hair started at his navel and disappeared beneath the hem of his boxer briefs.

  Still he did not reach for me. He walked behind me. I could feel his presence at my back, but I did not turn to see what he was doing.

  Dorian placed his hands on my hips. His fingers squeezed as he tugged me against himself hard, but not painfully.

  “There are just too many things I’ve thought about doing to you,” he whispered in my ear. “Decisions, decisions.”

  I smiled. “Why not try them all?”

  “Oh I plan too,” he said matter-of-factly. The scrape of his zipper lowering was like a dinner bell and I was starving. Dorian kicked off his jeans and they too went sailing across the room. He swiped my hair to the side, exposing my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. A moan vibrated out of my throat when he sidled against my back. His erection pressed against my backside. Even through the strain of cotton, it made an impression.

  Dorian sucked, licked and kissed my neck while his hand cupped my breasts. His fingers worked my nipple as his hips began to grind against my behind. My body sagged against his and I reached behind me to feel any amount of him I could. I just needed to touch his skin.

  In a flash, he was in front of me. I stared at him with hooded eyelids. He was temptation incarnate. He cupped my face and kissed me hard. His tongue twined with mine while his hands settled on my hips again. In one fluid motion, he hoisted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and then we were moving. The bounce of his steps caused my nipples to brush against his chest with delightful friction.

  Dorian deposited me on my bed and I stretched out along my down comforter. He stood at the edge of the bed with a mischievous smirk on his lips. The caress of his eyes left heat in their wake. My body yearned for that burn, for him.

  Dorian shook his head slowly. “You’re not a witch or a spirit walker….You’re a temptress. That body is so soft but as dangerous as the edge of blade.” He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. “I wonder if you taste as tantalizing as you look?”

  My breath caught in my lungs as he leaned forward and licked a circle around my nipple. The suction of his mouth on the hard nub drove me wild. I arched my back, pressing more of myself against his lips. Dorian’s hand slid down my stomach and I gasped when it slipped between my legs. With his fingers, he rubbed a circular pattern against the pink folds. I writhed under him as he picked up speed.

  Dorian slinked down my body, pressing kisses along my stomach until my thighs framed his head. Strands of his hair brushed against my leg and his breath was hot against my center. He watched me up the length of my body, his mouth hovering over my folds. I bit my lip, mentally pleading that he not waste any more time. He moved and I held my breath. Dorian kissed my inner thigh and I wanted to scream. He shifted his attention to the other leg, pressing more kisses until a whimper fell from my mouth.

  His eyes connected with mine and he smiled coyly. “You don’t devour dessert, you savor it. Let me savor you, cupcake.”

  Was it possible to orgasm from words? His words resounded through my mind and gave me such imagery that not only was he seducing my body, but my mind too. Talk about head games. Each mischievous glance and naughty smirk drew me further into his seduction.

  “I can feel your legs trembling.” He spoke so close to my center that the heat of his mouth was a provocative tease. “I wonder what would happen if I did this…” The pressure of his mouth pressed against me in a lingering kiss. An unbearably slow lick seared an upward path toward my clitoris and flicked. I fisted the cover in my hands as my body twisted. Dorian lifted my legs up so that they rested on his shoulders. His hands gripped my hips and moved my body against the rhythm of his tongue. Over and over he licked, probed and flicked the wet crease.

  Moans I didn’t recognize as my own filled my bedroom. Heat rushed between my legs, building pressure the longer he drove me to the edge. Dizziness filled my head and my body writhed helplessly with each searing stroke of his tongue. Dorian added two fingers to the technique and increased the speed as his mouth and hand worked to send me over. A desperate need built until all that fell from my lips were whimpers. His thumb came up to rub circles around my clitoris and then the pressure broke free.

  Spikes of euphoria washed through my body. A delicious heat spread from my center. My legs tightened around his head as I lost myself in the rapture. My bones turned to jelly as the sensation warmed me from the inside out.

  Dorian slid up my body and claimed my mouth. The taste of me on his lips was sinfully erotic. I raked my nails up his back and through his hair and kissed him until I was dizzy again. He leaned back to look at me. The clouds in his eyes were so dark hardly any gray showed. I half expected to see lightening flash through them. He kissed me again, this time softer—slower.

  At one point, he had removed his underwear, though I couldn’t recall noticing it. Now, the head of his erection pressed against my folds. Slowly he moved his hips forward and I clutched onto his shoulders as he filled me. He didn’t move at first, giving my body time to adjust to his size. I reached up and found his mouth again, slipping my tongue between his lips and kissing him unhurried.

  Dorian began to move his hips. He pushed forward and I arched from the pleasure of the fullness filling me. He withdrew slowly and thrust into me hard— repeatedly. I raked my hands up his back, digging my nails into his skin when he started to pick up speed.

  Dorian’s hands slipped underneath my body and cupped my behind. He yanked my hips against his, crashing our sexes with tantalizing harmony. I thrashed beneath him, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. The friction of our bodies caused a desperate need that built with each thrust of his rhythmic hips. And when it seemed that pressure would break, Dorian stopped. Something resembling a whimper echoed from my throat.

  Dorian chuckled against my skin, and then slid off the bed. “Come here.” His voice was primal and caused a thrill to shoot through me. I eased off the bed and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist again and he slid me down onto his hardness. I gasped against his mouth, my body jerking against his as he thrust upward.

  Then he was walking again. We could have been going outside for all I cared. I wasn’t going to let go of him until the needy pressure found its release. We ended up in th
e bathroom. Dorian set me down and turned me to face the mirror. My breath caught when I realized what he was going to do.

  “I’ve fantasized about taking you right here so many times,” he said against my shoulder. I couldn’t speak or think. Dorian buried himself in me again and I clutched onto the sink counter to keep from collapsing. He began to move and my legs trembled beneath me. His arm wrapped around my stomach and helped me stand. I leaned against his hard frame and turned my head back to find his mouth. Our tongues twined as he delved into my folds deeper.

  “Look,” he ordered, motioning with his head.

  I turned away from him and watched our sweaty bodies in the mirror. It was one of the most arousing experiences I had ever had. Dorian’s muscular frame towered over me as he claimed my body. His fingers indented my hips and he pressed kisses to my shoulder. The softness of his hair against my heated skin caused goose bumps to erupt.

  We held each other’s gazes through the mirror with raw unadulterated need for one another. The sweet ache reached its peak, quivering for absolution.

  “Hmm…more,” I begged. My insides wound tight, ready to burst.

  Dorian’s hand slipped down to my dark curls, his fingers forming a circular pattern to match the pace of his thrusts. I cried out, jerking against his body as a tidal wave of ecstasy ripped through my body. Whimpers tore from my lips as aftershocks vibrated my entire frame.

  Dorian picked up speed and I thought I would collapse. He held onto me, steadying my wobbly legs. I was riding the most delicious high, my head foggy and my body spent. Dorian groaned behind me and I found his eyes in the mirror again. He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into my flesh as he gave into the need consuming him.

  “Fuck!” He groaned. After a few seconds, he released his grip and spun me around. His hands framed my face and he kissed me softly before drawling me against his body and holding me against the slickness of his chest. I could feel the slam of my heart against my breasts as I regained my breath.