"You can't wear that." Kenji is looking at me with his arms crossed whilst Warner is sitting at my desk going through the drawers.

"Stop snooping Warner!" I walk over and shut the drawers he opened. I had no idea what he was looking for, but he needed to stop before he found something embarrassing.

"And what is wrong with this outfit?" I frown. I didn't want to wear anything revealing after the big meal I had just eaten, the thought of wearing a tight dress made me sick

"You look Amish! How about this?" Kenji grabs a little black dress from my closet. I snatch it from his hands and go to the bathroom to try it on. God, it was like having a male version of Abby around. It was bad enough trying to keep my mom out of the room from giving her opinions but now I had Kenji commenting on my outfits as well.

I looked in the mirror and sighed because Kenji was right, this dress was way better than the outfit I had on before. It held up my boobs nicely so I didn't have to wear a bra and it was flattering on my legs since it ended mid-thigh. The only issue was it was tight and I was scared that it would show off my bloating from dinner. Maybe I could bring a jacket?

I step out and Kenji smiles at me "See, now that is what I'm talking about, you look hot. If Warner hadn't threatened to rip off my balls if I flirted with you, I would totally be trying to get with you."

"Thank you, Kenji, for ensuring Juliet wears the shortest and tightest dress she has to a party full of single men." Warner shoots Kenji a glare.

But then his gaze goes to me and he eyes me up and down in a way that heats my entire body. "But since I'm the one who will get to enjoy it up close and personal, I suppose I should be thanking you." He gets up from the chair and moves toward me. He's so close that he touches his nose to mine. Leans into my neck and wraps a piece of my hair around his fingers. "I can't wait to take it off of you at the end of the night," he whispers, and my eyes widen.

"Hey, no secrets! What did you say?" Kenji pouts.

"I was telling Juliet how I can't wait to get her alone so I can-"

"Oh my god, please lower your voice my mother is probably sitting at the door eavesdropping."

"I will not."

"Why not?"

"Because if I lower my voice, I won't be able to hear myself speak. And that," he says, "is my favourite part."

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The three of us stood in front of Dante's house and I smoothed down my hair for the fifth time in a row. I was so nervous I couldn't stop fidgeting. I started tapping my foot, the nerves were getting to me. These were Warner's actual friends, I couldn't embarrass him.

"Stop looking so nervous," Warner mutters out of the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not nervous," I lie, bouncing on my feet.

"Just relax." He straightens his jacket.

"You're the one fidgeting," I taunt.

"Because you're making me fidget" he bickers back.

"Alright you two, am I going to have to separate you?" Kenji chimes in and I giggle.

We walk in and are immediately met by the familiar scent of pot and cheap beer. I didn't know anyone at this party so for once I didn't have to worry about running into Sierra or any other people from high school who made my life hell. These were Kenji and Warner's actual friends and that made it scary in an entirely different way. I wanted these people to like me.

After mingling and some introductions we found a more chilled-out room where some guys were sitting, passing a joint around. I pull my dress down as much as possible when I catch the gaze of a guy in a green shirt eyeing me for a little too long.

Warner settles on the couch and pulls me into his lap as if it's the most natural thing in the world. As his arms come around my waist, I notice a flicker of interest in green shirt's eyes.

Green shirt is still eyeing me curiously. "Who's your friend?" he asks Warner.

"This is Juliet."

Green shirt's gaze does a thorough sweep over my bare legs. And thighs, because the way Warner positioned me in his lap caused my dress to ride up, and he definitely noticed.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dante," he says, a smile curving his lips. "I gotta say, this is the first time I have seen Warner show up with a date."

"Get used to it," Warner tosses back. "I don't plan on leaving the house without her anymore." Then he kisses my neck, and a shiver races through me. His hand is a solid weight on my hip, keeping me tight to his body, and...yep, I'm not imagining it--there's another solid weight beneath me. His very noticeable erection against my ass.

Sometimes it still amazes me that I'm the one turning him on. Warner was the big shot on campus, all I ever heard about him was that he sleeps around, how he's a great lay and he doesn't do relationships. So, what the heck was he doing dating me?

They immerse themselves in conversation about soccer but I'm too busy enjoying the way Warner's fingers absently stroke my hip over my dress. God, I wish he was touching my bare skin. I wish we had done more than kiss the other night. I ache for this guy. All the fucking time.

After an hour we leave the chill room and re-enter the land of the loud and wasted, where Warner introduces me to a few more people and we track down some more of his friends. I'm not having a bad time. Not having a great time, either, but that's not because of anything Warner says or does. It's because as the party unfolds, I start to notice something that makes me feel...prickly.

The girls. Lots and lots of girls.

Lots of girls who have no problem flirting shamelessly with my date.

The attention Warner receives is staggering. And really fucking annoying. It's one thing for a girl to come over and say hello to him. But none of these girls are stopping by for a friendly hello. They rake their manicured fingernails along his bare arm and bat their eyelashes at him.

Kenji and I partner up for a game of beer pong even though I told him I was horrible at it. I can't help but let my eyes drift to my left where Warner is standing talking to a beautiful leggy brunette. He isn't flirting, and he isn't even really looking at her as they speak but I still feel jealous. Jealous because the girl is beautiful and very friendly. I keep having to remind myself that he looks disinterested, he isn't doing anything wrong.

"Who is that?" I ask Kenji casually as I shoot and miss yet another cup. I can see Warner laughing at me for missing the shot in the corner of my eye and that only makes me angrier.

"Ex-girlfriend of his, well maybe not full girlfriend. He was never good at relationships."

Great just what I want to hear.

Kenji seems to notice my wariness because he quickly recovers "I worded that horribly, Warner could be a great boyfriend he just wasn't into those girls enough to make an effort. You're different."

"That still doesn't make me feel better" I throw and miss the cups again.

"Wow you weren't lying, you really are shit at this" Kenji knocks his shoulder against mine and I let out a laugh. I needed to relax, I was being a jealous freak; I should just enjoy myself.

So, I tried not to let it get to me. I knew going into this that Warner was popular and had hooked up with a lot of girls before me. But after the eighth chick sashays up to get her flirt on, I've had enough.

"I need to use the ladies' room," I snap.

Warner blinks at my sharp tone. "Ah...all right. Use the upstairs one —it's usually less crowded. Do you want me to come with you?"

I ignore him and walk off.

Grinding my teeth, I stalk out of the living room but when I reach the stairs, I hear Warner's voice behind me.

"Jules. Wait."

I reluctantly turn around. "What?"

"You tell me." Concerned green eyes search my face. "You seem upset. What's wrong?" The gentleness in his voice only made me angrier.

"Nothing is wrong." I am hit with a rush of embarrassment. I spin on my heel and walk in the direction of the bathroom. Damn it. I don't know why I'm so pissed off. It's not like he was flirting back.

"Jules." His hand lands on my shoulder, tugging me around to face him. "Talk to me," he orders. "Why are you upset?" he asks brushing his thumb over my cheekbones as if he could see the tears that I clenched my teeth to prevent, and the dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

I release an aggravated groan "How many girls at this party have you slept with?" I question, pulling back from his caress. His hand falls from my face.

Warner looks stricken. "What?"

His mouth falls open. Then understanding dawns, and a slow smile stretches his mouth. "Wait, are you jealous?"

"No."

"You're jealous."

"No, I am not"

"Is it bad to say I like it?" he grins to himself, and I feel like smacking that stupid grin off his face.

"Good to know that you enjoy making me feel like this" I take another step back to put more space between us and wrap my arms around myself.

He frowns at me "Did you ever consider that perhaps I like your jealousy because it's the only way you show me you care for me the way I do you?" he asks, dropping his hand to his side.

I say nothing.

"I have made my intentions towards you very clear; I want you in a way that terrifies me," he says pausing to run a hand through his hair. He takes a small step toward me, hesitating to close the rest of the gap.

"Warner" I murmur. He was right; I knew it as well as he did. My fear of being hurt stopped me from taking the plunge with him, from accepting what my heart already knew. He was always reassuring me and telling me how much he liked me and I barely ever said anything.

"All I want is you. I have wanted you since I was 12 years old. You've never once told me that you feel the same way I do. But I can wait. I have waited this long. I understand and I will be patient. However, I will continue to enjoy you being jealous because it means you care."

He closes the distance between us, stepping into my space until he could trail his knuckles over my cheek. He brings his other hand into play, planting both on my waist as he backs me into the wall. Then I've got a six-foot-four sexy soccer player pinning me in place.

His lips brush mine in a soft kiss and he gazes into my eyes, earnest, amazed. "You have nothing to be jealous of," he says in a husky voice. "You're the only girl I see tonight, the only one I ever see." those warm lips touch mine again, firm and reassuring.

I find myself relaxing, my previously tense muscles now loose and tingly from the feel of his hard body pressed up against mine.

"Don't get me wrong though, this is hot." A seductive note thickens his voice.

"What's hot?"

"You. jealous." Those green eyes go molten hot. "Seeing you be possessive over me like you care. It turns me on." He's not joking. His erection is poking into my belly, and the feel of it sends a streak of satisfaction through me. I move my hips, just enough for my pelvis to rub that hard ridge, and his eyelids grow heavy.

"I do care Warner."

I felt horrible that I gave him no reassurance of my feelings. It was hard for me, but I never thought how hard it must be for Warner to pour his heart out and get nothing in return.

"I want you." I look into his eyes and find so much joy there I'm overwhelmed. The joy then turns to lust.

He curls his free hand around the back of my head, pulling me toward him at the same time he lunges forward. His mouth crashes down on mine, his lips parting as he entwines us, his arms surrounding me and his body backing mine into the wall.

"We are in public," I whisper pulling back.

"Then maybe we could go somewhere more private because after hearing you want me and watching you in that dress all night; I don't think I can stop touching you."

The rational and reasonable Juliet would say no to hooking up in a random room in a stranger's house. Well, Dante was no stranger to Warner, but I felt bad. However, after one look at Warner and seeing the hunger and lust in his eyes and I couldn't say no.

He takes my hand and guides me upstairs, the house is huge, but he seems to know the layout quite well. He pulls me along, down a corridor before coming to rest in front of the last door. He digs out a key from his back pocket and unlocks the door, ushering us in.

"Do I even want to know how you have a key? "I sit on the edge of the bed, smoothing the covers beside me to distract myself from how attractive he looks. He leans against the door and watches me, bracing his arms on the door frame and flexing his muscles in the process. His body takes up the whole doorway as he leans toward me.

"I stole it. I need to make up for the other night and I couldn't wait till we got home."  his words were guttural as he closes the door behind him.

His eyes were blazing, it sent my pulse hammering. "What do you mean?"

He spoke as if there was no room in him for teasing, for humour. His eyes drifted lower than my face. "I came before I could even taste you."

I knew he didn't mean my mouth. Or my skin.

"You left before I could get on my knees." He said it with such intent that I felt my nipples harden. His eyes dipped again, and when he saw my nipples harden under the light fabric of my dress his entire being seemed to focus on it.

"Jules. Say it" A note of pleading had entered his voice. He was trembling, the door behind him rattling with the force of his deteriorating self-control.

I looked down at his waist, at what strained against his pants.

I somehow knew exactly what it was he wanted to hear. "I want you, Warner."

Warner lunges for me, and I barely have time to twist toward the edge of the bed. He moves toward me and when our lips finally meet, I let out a sigh of satisfaction, immediately opening my mouth and deepening the kiss.

Warner moves one hand up to my neck firmly, and the other snakes around my waist, pulling me toward him. With me in his arms, he leans back up against the headboard and sets me on his lap. I move my legs to the opposite sides of his body and press my body against his fully. Heat is spreading through my body into his and I can't get enough of it.

He can't either, grasping the back of my neck and sliding his tongue against mine. My arms are around his neck, and my hand finds its way into his hair. It's soft in my hands as I clasp the locks tightly.

With his mouth still moving silkily against mine, he moves both his hands under my dress and firmly to my hips. Pleasure courses through my body at the direct contract and I let out a moan. His fingers press into my skin and I'm acutely aware of the almost desperate desire of his touch.

My dress has ridden up and my thin lace underwear is the only thing separating me as I press against him and feel the hardness between my legs. I move my core against the hardness and a raptured groan tears from Warner's throat. My mind is cloudy, unable to focus on anything but his body.

He flipped us over, so he hovers over me and I claw off his shirt, almost ripping through the fabric. He tears his lips off mine only long enough to pull his shirt away. When he gets off me I almost groan in frustration but then he is on me again, climbing onto the bed.

"Spread those pretty thighs for me" His eyes have turned wholly dark.

I spread my legs, letting his body fall into the cradle between my thighs. I can't stop my moan as he drives his hips into mine, his pants sliding against me. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, the kiss like a brand, one hand sliding up my bare thigh, tugging my dress with it. When he reaches my hip he practically rips off my underwear. Looking to where he pressed his hardness against me, I realize that only his pants are separating him from my wetness.

I was shaking, and not from fear but anticipation as he takes his trembling hand and slides my dress higher. I had never let a man see me like this, I felt vulnerable and very exposed, but I wanted it. I wanted his touch.

He pulls my dress up to my navel and stares at me, bare and gleaming, pressed against the bulge of his pants. His chest heaves and I wait for his touch but he only leans down and presses a kiss to my throat.

Tender and coaxing, Warner presses another to my shoulder, and I shiver. I shiver even more as he drags his tongue over the spot. Kissing the hollow of my throat. He slips the straps of my dress down my arms. Kisses my collarbones. With each kiss, he pulls down the neck of my dress further. Until his breath warms my bare breasts.

Warner lets out a sound from the back of his throat, from his gut. Like he was some sort of starved tormented creature. He stares at my breasts, and I can't breathe under that burning gaze. Can't breathe as his head dips and he wraps his lips around my nipple.

I arch off the bed, a breathless sound rupturing from me. Warner repeats the movement on my other breast. He then rakes his teeth across the sensitive peak before clamping down lightly. I moan, tipping my head back and pressing my chest up toward him in a silent plea.

I can't believe this was happening, I had never been touched like this. How did I go so long without it?

He lets out a dark laugh and returns to my other breast, teeth grazing, teasing, biting. I strain my hands toward him, between his legs. I needed him, now.

But he only pulls away. Pulls up and kneels before me. Surveys me spread beneath him, my dress bunched up around my middle, everything else bared to him. His own feast to devour.

"I have wanted this for so long," he says in that guttural voice that makes me writhe. I watch as he braces his large, powerful hands on either thigh. He waits for me to signal that I understand what he intends to do.

"Now you can have it." I manage in a choked whisper.

Warner gives me a feral, purely male smile. And then his hands tighten on my bare thighs, spreading them wider. His head lowers and all I can see is his dark hair, gilded by the lamps.

He doesn't waste any time and drags his tongue clear up my centre. He curses my wetness and reaches down with his other hand to adjust himself in his pants.

He licks me again, lingering at the spot atop the apex of my legs. Sucking it into his mouth, teeth nipping before he withdraws. I arch unable to stop the moan breaking from my throat.

Warner's tongue runs downward in an unhurried sweep, and he presses a hand to my abdomen, stilling me, as he slides his tongue straight into my core. It curls into me, driving deeper than I'd expected. I can't think, can't do anything but luxuriate in it, in him.

"You taste," he groans against me, making his way up again toward the bundle of nerves, in short, teasing licks, "even better than I dreamed you would."

I whimper, and he flicks his tongue there. He laughs against me and flicks his tongue again.

"So wet," he breaths and licks at my entrance, as if he was determined to consume every drop of me. "Are you going to beg for me like I told you would?"

I couldn't allow him the satisfaction of begging. But I also couldn't think of a comeback, not with his tongue pumping in and out of me, coaxing me toward release but still denying me the pressure I so badly needed.

"Please" I breathe out. "Please Warner."

Warner laughs, as he licks me. He looks up to meet my gaze and right as our eyes lock, he slides a finger into me. I cry out, and he trails a hand from my thigh to hold me open as he licks at that spot while his finger pumps in and out of me in a teasingly slow rhythm.

I want more,