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and drags me against him, his erection announcing his intentions. He teases my lips apart and sucks on my tongue until my knees turn to rubber. For a second, my brain is gooey with desire, and I can’t think past the throbbing heat between my legs. I pull back to speak before I lose the ability.

“Remember I reek?” My lips lift at the corners with the relief of not having to hide from him anymore. “And our first time will not be with me looking and smelling like drunken debauchery.”

His eyes are so open and tender on my face, and he laughs with me, dropping his lips to my ear.

“Okay, Bristol.” His warm breath in my ear makes me shudder. “We’ll do it your way. First I wash you.”

He steps back, sweeping a smoldering look over my nearly naked body, his desire stroking me like a physical hand.

“Then I fuck you.”

Chapter 22

GRIP

I’VE HAD SOME pretty wild dreams about Bristol Gray. But in my wildest dreams, I couldn’t imagine that, not the nakedness of her body, but the nakedness of her soul, would be the thing that tempted me the most. Her eyes, so open and vulnerable—I couldn’t have known that would be what was most precious to me. I feel like the guy who ran around for years screaming that the world was round when everyone insisted it was flat. I knew I wasn’t crazy, that Bristol cared about me. I knew there was something undeniable between us. The greatest validation lies in those silvery eyes, completely unshielded for the first time in years.

“I guess I’ll shower,” she says once we’re in her bathroom, reaching into the spacious, tile-walled unit to turn on the water.

“That’s a great idea.”

I peel back the flaps of my chambray shirt, which she has folded over her chest instead of buttoned. Her bra is right where I left it, tugged under her breasts so her nipples are exposed. We left the thong at her front door. I push the shoulders back, watching the sleeves skid down her arms. The shirt puddles around her feet. I take my time surveying the finely boned ankles, the infinite legs, tanned and toned. I devote a moment to appreciate the smooth triangle of flesh at the juncture of her thighs. I’m planning to gorge myself on that pussy. When I force my eyes over the curve of her hips and the dip of her waist, the tight tips of her breasts, it’s her cheeks that make me smile.

“Are you blushing, Bristol?”

She’s so bold, so brazen. I would never expect a little nudity to embarrass her.

“Shut it. Don’t make fun of me.” Her nervous laugh floats away on the steam from the shower. “I’m just . . . self-conscious.”

“Maybe it’s because I have on too many clothes.”

I tug my briefs down, freeing my rampant erection. Her eyes drop to my dick and go wide. Under her stare, I get harder, my balls feel heavier as the seconds tick by. I’ve been with a lot of girls, but never has anyone made me feel like this without even touching me. I’m so ready, Bristol could breathe on me and I’d probably come all over her. I need to get this under control because from what I’ve inferred, the men in her life, in her bed, have not impressed her. I don’t want to think about them too much because it makes me slightly insane. If she can put up with all the women I’ve been with, the least I can do is pay her the same courtesy.

But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“If you’re wondering,” she says softly, lifting her eyes to my face. “You don’t have to worry about Parker. There’s nothing…we’re not together.”

I can get details on that later. It actually hadn’t even occurred to me to ask.

“I wouldn’t care if Parker was in the next room.” I take her hand and place it on my bare chest, dipping my head to whisper in her ear. “I’d make sure he heard you scream.”

She scans my face for any signs of distress, curiosity—I don’t know what she’s looking for, and I don’t care.

“Parker and I aren’t together,” she says again.

“I know you’re not, because you’re with me.”

“But what I’m saying is that we . . .” she lowers her lashes over cheeks still marked with faint mascara tracks. “We aren’t—”

“Bris.” I press a finger over her lips. “The last thing I want to talk about is the last