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That cocky smirk is still plastered on his face, but I don't miss the way his eyes blaze with jealousy as he leans in and presses me against the mirror.
I shake my head, because he already knows about Atticus and how well that worked out. “No. No one wanted me.”
And all my kisses belong to you. My first and only kisses were the only i
His fingers trail along my ribcage and his lips graze my neck. “You're wrong, baby. Everyone wanted you.”
I start to protest, but his lips hover just above my pulse point and my heart dances when he kisses me there. “Because you're beautiful.” His lips skim my chin and move along my cheekbone, finally stopping to press the most tender of kisses against my temple. “Smart.”
He flicks my earlobe with his tongue and I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. “And incredibly sexy.”
He hooks a finger under my chin and his palm slides over my heart. “You are everything a man could ever want, Lou-Lou.”
His touch and his words light every nerve ending of mine on fire, for so many reasons.
He pulls my thighs apart so they're positioned on either side of him and my heart somersaults. “It's just that no one made you flush like you are now, no one put the fire back in those pretty eyes. And no one puts that hot as hell look on your face.”
His teeth nip at my jaw. “Not like I can, because I own that fucking look.”
“Is that so?” I ask coyly, shifting myself so I can feel him through his sweatpants.
He latches onto my hip and I moan when he thrusts and I feel every inch of him through the material. “You tell me, is this what you want?”
He shoves his hand down the back of my pants, grabs my ass, and repeats the movement. “You want to feel how hard I am for you? How fucking hard you always make me.”
I lick my lips and toss my head back, but apparently that answer isn't good enough for him—because he slowly, painstakingly, drags his dick between our bodies, purposely toying with me. “You want me to make it nice and slow, let you take every inch of me until you can't fit any more of my cock inside you?”
I whimper in response and he bites my neck and slams me into the mirror. “Or do you want me to tear those jeans off you and fuck you against this mirror until you can't stand?”
Yes, god, yes. I want it all.
But, there's something else I want as well. Something I need to know before this goes any further.
I lean into him and drag my teeth along his ear. “I want you to tell me why you're keeping me here.”
His eyes darken. “You're here because I want you here.”
He pushes off of me, the static between us shifting again. My heart drops at the loss of contact.
“Looks like you're all better now.” He swings the bathroom door open. “I have work to do.”
And just like that...he's Mr. DeLuca again.