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her to take things further with me, she emotionally retreats ten steps back. All I care about at the moment though is that she wants me. It’s written all over her face. There is no denying that.
    Finally, Chelsea nods her head.
    She’s willing to stay the night with me.
    I take off my own shirt and toss it onto the floor. We both stare at one another and it’s clear that this is the most intense moment of our ‘relationship’, if that’s what you want to call it. A relationship.
    Chelsea reaches around to undo her bra then she lets it fall to the floor by the bed.
    As much as I hate to ruin her train of thought, I have to tell her, “You are so beautiful.” Chelsea doesn’t usually like small talk when it comes to being in the bedroom nor does she like when I tell her things that lead her to believe that we are something more permanent than she wants it to be.
    She lowers her gaze and concentrates on my chest and then my abs. She reaches out and tucks her fingers in the waistline of my jeans and tugs me against her. “Fuck me.” She says without conviction.
    And that’s all it takes for me to completely lose my own train of thought. She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I am so far gone over this woman that I would do anything she asks of me. Not that this is a hard task. This is the easy part. It’s convincing her that I am what she needs and I don’t mean just for tonight. I want Chelsea in my life forever.
    I reach up and wrap her long sandy blonde hair in my hand and rest it over one shoulder, tilting her head in the process. I roughly bite the side of her neck, surely to leave a mark in the morning. What I wouldn’t give to mark her permanently. I don’t want any other douchebags touching her.
    Chelsea groans then slightly pushes away from me. Only to pull the comforter down on my bed before she lowers her gorgeous body, positioning herself on her back. “Fuuuuck me,” I mumble under my breath.
    “I asked first,” she smirks up at me.
    “Yes, you did. And I don’t plan on letting you down either.”
    As if things couldn’t get much better, Chelsea pulls her knees up and spreads her legs, inviting me to join in between them. Once again, I don’t waste a single second. I seriously need to figure out how to make her mine.
    I quickly lower my jeans until they fall to the floor. Crawling onto the bed, I grip the heel of her foot and pull it up to rest on my shoulder. I start at her calf and lightly brush kisses all the way up until I meet her inner thigh. I repeat the act on her other leg and once I reach her inner thigh again, I don’t stop.  I nibble a little closer to the spot I know where she wants me, but I take my time, going back and forth between both legs.
    Chelsea reaches down and grabs a hold of a big chunk of my hair, directing me to where she wants me. Where she needs me. I love when she shows me what she wants.
    Once again, I tease her. I lick my way around the sweetest spot I’ve ever been. It takes everything in me to avoid it, but making her want me is far more precious to me at the moment. Just knowing she needs me, makes my heart full.
    Chelsea wiggles herself, trying to position her body to where she needs me to be. Little does she know I don’t plan on taking her just yet.
    I crawl up just a little bit more on the bed and trace my tongue around the dip of her belly button. She wraps her legs tight around my waist, trying to immobilize me. She doesn’t want me teasing her. She is so fucking worked up right now and it thrills me to know that I am the one making her feel this way.
    Her want is what I need.
    It’s what I want her to need.
    I lift my gaze to look up into Chelsea’s eyes, seeing fire burn through those beautiful green eyes does me in. I can’t wait any longer.
    I offer up a greedy smile and she loosens the grip on her thighs, letting me lower my head until I reach right where she needs me to be.
    “Ahhh,” she groans loudly.
    I glance up, but this time I can’t