I take a quick shower and climb into bed, but I’m nowhere near sleep. My skin feels raw against the crisp cotton. The smell of the bodywash is thick in this room, as is the humid heat washing in through the open balcony door.
Does it matter that he can’t quite want me the way Hawk wants Kelsey? I’m going to spend the rest of my life without this, and him, and I’m willing to overlook some things.
His tread is on the stairs, approaching. He halts at the landing.
I silently plead with him to come to my room, but he goes to the bathroom instead. When he reenters the hallway, he pauses again, but a knock never comes.
I should have more pride than to go to him, but I don’t. I throw off the covers and walk out to the hall. His door is mostly closed, but ajar.
I tap, and then push it open. I can see him fully in the moonlit room—sheets pulled to the bottom of his rib cage, no shirt.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Not really,” I reply.
He sits up, the blankets bunched at his waist. “Do you want to talk?”
I could opt for subtlety. I could sit on the edge of his bed, praying he eventually makes a move, but...I am so past this charade of pretending I’m ambivalent.
“No,” I reply, and I pull my shirt over my head. “We’re only doing this once, but I’m done talking.”
30
ELIJAH
She pulls her T-shirt over her head, and pushes the shorts to the floor. Fuck.
I’m rock hard immediately. And if there was any sight I could hold onto for the rest of my life, it would be this one: Easton with her damp hair hanging loosely over her shoulders, framing her perky breasts and those dark rose nipples, already puckered. The inward curve of her waist, flaring to her hips, to that completely bare area between her legs. It wasn’t bare five years ago. The thought that she did it forhiminfuriates me, but rather than stopping me cold, it makes me want to keep her in this bed until she can’t remember her own name, much less his.
I sit up. Some more mature part of me knows I should stop her as she crosses the room—that we should discuss the fact that this thing between us can’t go anywhere—but goddamn, I already know I’m not going to.
The moment she’s close enough, I reach for her, pull her to the bed, claim her mouth. She arches against me, her tight nipples brushing my chest, and I groan. I want too much at once. I want my mouth everywhere. I wanthermouth everywhere.
But most of all I want what we didn’t really get the last time. I want to know what it’s like to be balls-deep inside her, to watch her coming beneath me, to feel the way she’ll clench around me when it happens.
God, just the thought of it has me closer to coming than I should be at this point, but this, all of it, has waited too long. After years of dreaming about her and after believing I’d never get another chance—here she is. Under me, with her legs spread, and,fuck, soaking wet. Already.
I drag her nipple between my teeth, slip my fingers inside her. Her stuttering breath and her tight moan have my dick throbbing, an ache just short of painful.
I start to slide down her stomach—I’ll need to get her off first, because I’m going to lose it the minute I’m inside her otherwise—but she stops me with a shake of her head.
“You’ve done that before,” she says, her voice throaty, as raw with need as mine would be. “I want the rest.”
It knocks the air out of me.
“Let me go down on you first,” I plead. “I won’t last.”
Her eyes are heavy-lidded. She arches, trying to get closer. “You not lasting would be the hottest possible outcome. Maybe we’ll just do it twice.”
Twice. Not what we agreed to, but fuck…yes.
“Do I need anything?” I ask.
I’m almost hoping she asks me to get a condom just because it’ll help me last beyond the first thrust, but she shakes her head.
I grasp my cock and guide it between her legs. Over her most sensitive places but not inside, not yet. I’m teasing her, hoping to get her close, but her gasps and the feel of her already have me close to exploding.
I press to her entrance and our eyes meet. This moment has been a very long time coming. It’s been coming ever since that Valentine’s Day when she rolled toward me on my mom’s couch.Ever since the time I heard about her losing her virginity at prom and put a hole in my dorm wall. Ever since the night she was very nearly mine...and suddenly slipped away.
