He licks his lips before exhaling roughly. “I don’t. I wish we could live here. I know how important this space is to you. But with us trying to start a family now, I don’t see how it would work. We’re going to need more than one bedroom.” I nod against him, feeling his fingers trace along the exposed skin of my back where my tank top has ridden up. “Dylan, I’ll pay for you to keep this place if it’ll make you happy. You can use it as storage or for whatever you want. Do you want me to do that?”

“No. It wouldn’t make sense to pay for a space we really wouldn’t use anymore. It’s fine. I guess I just wasn’t prepared to see the boxes yet.”

He frowns. “I’m sorry. I knew this would be hard for you so I figured I would do the packing. I’ll do it all, I don’t care.”

I run my finger along his jaw, feeling the day-old stubble tickle my skin. “You’re too sweet to me. How much did you get done?”

“About half. I found your yearbooks.”

I drop my head and cover my eyes with my hand. “Oh, God. Please tell me you didn’t.” Why the hell did I keep those? I know everyone goes through an awkward stage, but something tells me the man I’m currently straddling never went through such a thing. And I definitely did.

He laughs, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from my face. His fingers tilt my chin up to meet his stare. “I did. You were fucking hot at sixteen.”

Relief washes over me. Thank God. My high school years were good to me. I arch my brow playfully, licking the corner of my mouth as I make a mental note to burn all my middle school yearbooks. “Oh? Would you have liked sixteen-year-old, virginal, Dylan?”

“I would’ve gone to jail if I touched you. But I definitely would’ve thought about it.”

Christ, that’s crazy-hot to think about.

I slide my hands along his bare chest, feeling his chiseled body tense against my palms. “Mmm. I would’ve thought about you touching me, too.” I glance up at him from underneath my lashes, seeing his green eyes blazing. “At night. When I was alone in my bedroom.” I lean in closer, pressing my lips to his ear. “I would’ve thought about it a lot,” I whisper.

He growls, moving his hands underneath my tank top and rubbing along the skin of my back. “Would you have gotten yourself off thinking about me and what I’d do to you?”

I nod against his cheek, grinding my hips into him. “Every night. I masturbated a lot back then. I was the horniest teenager.”

“Shit,” he grunts, grabbing my hips and directing the tempo. I hear his breath hitch as he tilts his pelvis up, his length rubbing against me in the most delicious way possible. “I don’t know if I would’ve been able to keep myself from you. I can’t now. I would’ve done anything to touch you. To taste you. Jail would’ve been worth it if I got to watch you come apart in my arms.”

“Reese,” I moan, rocking my hips faster against him. “This feels… oh, God, this feels so good.” Who would’ve thought a little grinding with clothes on would feel this spectacular? Of course, the dirty-talking man underneath me doesn’t hurt.

“I would’ve made you come like this. Rubbing my cock against you. Letting you feel how fucking hard I am for you.” His fingers unbutton my jeans and tug at the zipper. “Take these off. It’ll feel better.”

I quickly discard my jeans onto the floor and am pulled back into his lap. His rough hands grab my ass, pulling me closer so we’re chest to chest. “Now, where were we?” I ask, as he rocks me against him, putting us back into that erotic rhythm.

“You were about to come.”

“Was not,” I reply, dropping my head to his shoulder as he rubs his cock against my clit. Wow. If he keeps this up, I definitely will be coming. A lot. I moan loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Why are we still wearing underwear?”

He turns his head and presses his lips to my temple as a groan rumbles in his throat. “Because I’m pretending I’ve just snuck into sixteen-year-old Dylan’s bedroom. This is how I’d get you off. I don’t need you naked to make you come.”

I moan again, tilting my head up and locking on to his eyes. “I’ve never done this before.”

His breathing becomes labored as he grips my hips harder. “You’ve never done what? Dry-humped?”

“No,” I reply through a gasp. I lean back and see him take in what I’ve just confessed. A smirk forms on his lips. “You like that, don’t you? You like knowing you’re the first guy to do this to me.”

“No, I don’t like it,” he answers, his jaw clenching. “I fucking love it. You want me to make you come, love? Just like this?” I nod, closing my eyes as the slow burn in my gut becomes almost unbearable. “Look at me. You know I have to see you.”

I obey and open my eyes, bringing my gaze down to his mouth. That mouth that drives me completely wild with his words and the way he uses it. I brace my hands on his shoulders as he begins thrusting his hips up to meet each grind. Each pulse against my clit sends me into a frenzy. “I’m so close. Please, tell me you’re close.”

“Fuck. I’m right there,” he grunts out through gritted teeth. He digs into my hips to the point of it being painful as I feel him shudder underneath me. “Holy fuck. Now, Dylan.”

I take over, moving against him as if he was inside me and we aren’t just fooling around like horny teenagers. And then it hits me, the orgasm racing through my body like the blood rushing in my veins. I arch my back and shout his name, riding out my climax. I’m panting, barely able to take in a deep breath as I drop my head down and see the sexiest grin on the man who’s just snuck into my bedroom. I bite my lip playfully. “Holy shit. I’m kinda crushing on the twenty-two-year-old version of you.”