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Refusing to leave her for even a second, I pick her up, forcing her dress up as she wraps her legs around my waist. This room is meant for dance lessons—my mother's project—so there's no furniture in here. That only leaves me with one option. The ballet bars.

I can work with that.

Trying to stay cool, I briskly walk to the door and click the lock, thankful this room is full of mirrors instead of windows. Mirrors... I'll get to see every angle of Rain's body.

"Dress off," I mutter against her lips, making it a command unintentionally.

She bends toward me, tightening her grip on me as I start unzipping her dress. I wish I could get the damn thing off her without removing her from me, but I can't. Her feet drop to the ground, and the dress falls to the floor with barely a rustling motion.

My breath ceases as she steps out of her dress. Her breasts are bare, and only a lacy thong covers her lower half. Her silver heels are still on, and I'm quite certain this is better than any fantasy I've ever had.

Absently, I start loosening my tie as she slowly slides her panties down, her eyes connecting with mine the entire time.

"Leave the heels on," I say with a grin, and she chuckles.

"You're such a guy," she teases.

In record time, I'm out of all my clothes, and Rain is naked in front of me... all except for those heels. Now would be a good time to propose—if I had a ring.

Christ, she's driving me mad.

"Are you going to look all day, or am I going to get touched at some point?" she asks, looking amused as I gawk openly.

My arms go around her, and she jumps up to wrap her legs around my waist again. This time there aren't layers of clothing separating us, and her heated center presses against my painfully erect cock.

We're all hands, tongues, and harsh breaths as I back her against the cool surface of the mirror, placing her ass on top of the ballet bar as I position my cock right where it needs to be.

She pulls my hair hard as she hungrily kisses me, and I surge in, putting us both out of our misery as I sink inside her. Her sharp intake of air is even sexy right now, but her moan is almost enough to make this end too soon.

My lips move away from her mouth as my rhythm picks up, and I watch her face as my strokes get faster and harder. She bites down on her lower lip, and my knees tremble, forcing me steel myself quickly.

Leaning over, I tug her lip free with my teeth, pulling it into my mouth, and enjoying it just as I'm enjoying the rest of her body. These mirrors are officially my favorite things in the world, because I get a panoramic view of the girl I love as she becomes lost in me.

Her breaths hasten, and she tugs my hair harder, pulling her lip away as her head drops back. Those sexy little moans get louder, and I angle her just right, giving me the depth I need to send her over the edge.

When my name tears through her lips and her walls clench around me, my body tightens and explodes. My ragged breaths slow as I lean against her, feeling completely exhausted after that, and she pants in my ear while keeping her legs firmly strapped around me.

"Have I told you how fucking perfect you are?" I murmur against her ear through my heavy, labored breaths.

She giggles while tracing the lines of my tattoo, strumming her lips against my neck as I stay inside her. I really suck at pacing things, because I want to confess how much I've loved her all these years, and then I want to drop to one knee and ask her to be mine for the rest of our lives.

At least I'm smart enough to lock my lips up instead of saying all that craziness aloud.

"You ready to get back to the party?" she murmurs against my ear before tugging my earlobe into her mouth.

I smile as I glance in the mirror beside her, feeling myself getting hard again when I see our bodies still connected.

"Not yet," I say with a grin that matches hers. Rain Noles is finally mine.





Chapter 12





RAIN



"I have school," Britt says as she walks out of the kitchen, and I push the laptop away from me to give her my full attention.

"Okay," I say, confused.

She shrugs as she grabs her backpack and then she walks toward me.

"Dane always makes me tell him where I'm going and what I'm doing before I leave, and he's not here. Since you're living here, I thought I might be supposed to tell you."

Living here? Crap. Dane and I have only been dating for a couple of weeks.

"Um... I'm not living here."

It's apparently her turn to look confused. "You've been here for several weeks, you have clothes here, you're showering here and sleeping here... I think that means you live here."

My lips thin as I think it all over, and my stomach clenches. I guess it does look like I live here, but I've just been staying here more because Dane wants to be around for Britt, and we've been making up for a lot of lost time.