We lie there in the dark, tense silence. The only sound I hear is my heart beating loudly.
He has his arms behind his head, and mine are lying stiffly at my sides. I can’t fight the urge to touch him now that he’s right here next to me. I roll over, scooting closer, and he immediately wraps an arm around me. The feel of his skin against mine has those familiar tingles sparking to life, and I almost cry in relief. This is what home feels like.
I lean up and press a kiss to his jaw, noting the stubble that wasn’t there before. Has he been struggling like me? It hasn’t seemed that way.
The sharp intake of his breath sends heat to my stomach. I keep going, telling myself it’s the alcohol giving me the courage, even though it’s already worn off.
My mouth trails to that spot behind his ear that I know makes him crazy, and his hand around me tightens. I kiss down his throat, across his chest, placing one over his heart, and it thunders against my lips, beating as hard as mine.
I swing my leg over and straddle him.
His hands fly to my hips, gripping me hard. “Olivia.” His words are a warning.
Ignoring him, I lean down and swipe my tongue over his ring.
He hisses. “Fuck.” Before I can do it again, he reaches over and turns his lamp on. “What are you doing?”
I freeze, my eyes widening as he looks up at me with his brows furrowed. My attention falls to his bare chest, to the tattoo over his heart, my own picking up rhythm as I stare at it. I realize it’s from my dreams. It’s exactly like what I’ve been picturing.
I run my fingers across it, tracing the lines, biting back tears that threaten to come.
I’m tired. I just want to feel something good, andhefeels good.
When I lift my gaze to him, he’s watching me intently.
“Will you kiss me?” I keep my eyes locked on his as he searches my face.
For a second, I worry he’s going to deny me, but then he grabs the back of my head with one hand and pulls me down.
Our lips crash together, desperate and frantic. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, yet everything that’s familiar. When my lips part, he wastes no time grabbing my tongue with his and massaging it in a way that has me moaning into his mouth. He tangles his hand around my braid tightly. It’s nearly painful, but I welcome it.
Desire and heat shoot through me as I grind against him, seeking friction but not getting enough with our clothes on.
Using my hair, he tugs me back. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I pant. “Inside me,” I add in case there was any confusion.
He flips us and reaches behind him in his drawer to grab a condom, but I take it from him.
“I want to feel…just you,” I whisper. “Please.” I want all of him.
“Fuck.” He sighs, plucking it from my hand and chucking it across the room.
I sit up and fumble with his sweats, my hands shaking. Desperate to get him inside me. Now I know what Ellie’s been talking about for years. Sex with the right person is everything. I crave Penn like I’ve never craved anything before.
I stroke him, thumbing the pre-cum gathered at his tip, and he groans, the sound making my clit throb. He pushes me down and lifts the shirt I’m wearing, looking slightly disappointed when he finds me wearing underwear. “Get it off,” he demands, nodding to my thong, and I do so quickly. He spreads my legs and settles between them before swiping his fingers across me. “Christ, you’re soaked already. Did you miss me, baby?”
“Mhmm.”So much.
My hips shift, seeking him out, but he keeps me pinned down while his fingers tease me. He continues to strum my clit, rubbing circles, flicking and pinching. Penn works my body in a way only he has mastered.
I shift again, begging for him to slide inside me, but his focus is solely on my clit. His forearm veins flex as he works his magic. That’s another thing I didn’t know I found attractive until him.Forearms.
His eyes are focused on where his fingers are playing my body with such ease, as if I’m a string on his guitar. “Give it to me,” he rasps.
My neck arches, body tensing, but then a sharp pop cracks the air and a strange sensation hits my clit.
My mouth drops open, a silent scream bubbling in my throat as I realize what he did.
