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keeping her grey eyes focused on my own and leaving no doubt to her intent.
    Snapping myself out of the trance she had pulled me into, my hands got busy. I fumbled at the zipper of her dress like a clumsy teenager. When I finally had it open, she took a step back and pushed the dress down, leaving a swirl of blue fabric on the floor at her feet.
    I surged forward, picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom like a Hollywood cliché. Maybe clichés weren’t so bad after all.
    Her bedroom was the same riot of color as the rest of the house, but my tunnel vision had narrowed down to the bed. A fluffy white comforter covered the king sized bed, the absence of color making it almost glow in the dim room.
    The last few articles of clothing we were both wearing were left like a breadcrumb trail in the last few steps to the bed. Her boldness continued to surprise me. Her hands and lips were everywhere, and, though this was far from being new, she left me breathless.
    I was not a man inclined to lay back and let someone else have all the fun though. In one quick motion, I pinned Lily beneath me, reversing our positions. “Not fair,” she purred.
    “I don’t expect you’ll be complaining much soon.” My words came out as a barely audible murmur against her neck as I kissed my way down her body. I paused at her breasts, lavishing those creamy globes with lips and tongue until her nipples stood up in hard peaks.
    Lily moaned, and I wanted to hear her make that sound again and again. I wanted to reduce her to a shaking, sighing creature who knew no other sensation but pleasure. I wanted her to come undone and lose herself the way I had lost myself in her.
    I moved lower, to the apex of her parted thighs. My tongue had barely touched her aching flesh when her hips arched up off the bed. Her fingers tangled in my dark hair, yanking on the strands in a way that would have been painful in any other instance. In that moment though, it just made me want her more.
    Lily gasped as I delved deeper, tasting her essence as it poured over my tongue and revealing in the litany of pleasure-fueled noises that I doubted she realized she was making.
    I could have stayed there forever, drawing her closer and closer to her peak, but backing off, learning the topography of her body like an ancient mapmaker. Lily was definitely right in her assessment of me. I was, without a doubt, a nerd.
    Lily’s grip on my hair tightened, and the pitch of her voice grew higher, a keen of pleasure that rose and rose until snapping with a cry of “Adam!” as her release rolled over her.
    I kissed my way back up her body, prepared to claim her as I’d wanted to since that first afternoon in Park Hall. Lily had other ideas. With a satisfied smile still painted across her face, she pushed me onto my back and settled above me.
    “You’re used to being the one in control, aren’t you Adam?” she asked. Desperately aroused and wanting nothing more that to bury myself in her heat and never leave, I would have agreed to anything, but her words gave me pause. Behind the teasing words was a woman calling me out.
    As she hovered above me, I knew that the world-weary traveller act wasn’t going to hold out under her scrutiny. She expected me to be a person and not just a collection of cynical one-liners.
    I didn’t know how to answer the question in her eyes. I’d been alone inside myself for so long, I didn’t even know how to unlock that door. Instead, I closed my eyes and pulled her into a deep kiss that broke off with a gasp as I breached the wet inferno of her core.
    Her eyes met mine, and I felt exposed and naked in a way that had nothing to do with nudity. She rocked on top of me, taking me into her body with a rhythm as old as humanity.
    “Adam,” she moaned, and I stared at her face with those unguarded grey eyes, her cheeks flushed from exertion. Her hair was a tangled halo of golden blonde that tickled my face when I pulled her closer. Her lips