Our hands roam each other’s bodies until he’s had enough, lifts me up like I weigh nothing at all, and carries me to my bedroom. We remain glued to each other’s lips until he lays me down on the bed, pulls my shorts down, and shucks his sweatpants.
Climbing onto the bed, he settles between my legs on his knees. His eyes roam my body, and I fight not to cover myself up, but the feeling is eased when he says, “So goddamn beautiful.”
And then he settles on top of me and slides inside me with ease. We both groan as my walls stretch around him, sucking him in deeper. He starts to move inside me, balancing on one hand as the other skates over my body, his calloused palm touching every inch of my belly. When he reaches my breast, he goes over the mound before paying attention to my nipple and tweaking it.
I arch into the touch and whisper his name, wrapping my legs tightly around his hips and encouraging him to pick up the pace. He listens, but his hand continues to explore my torso, the action saying more than words ever could.
In this moment, I don’t feel like that fat girl. I don’t feel like the boring girl. I feel seen, validated, and cherished. Wanted. Desired. And lastly, loved.
We haven’t said the words yet, but I can feel myself falling for him. Hell, I already have. He’s given me no reason not to. He’s done everything right and then some. And I think…
As I stare up into his eyes, I think he feels the same, because the feeling in my heart is reflected in his gaze. This is deeper than, “I have feelings for you.”
And the shocker of it all? I’m not scared of it.
My climax builds, and I start to whisper his name over and over again with every passing second. And then I explode, my pussy milking him. His breathing picks up pace as I ride out the waves, and soon, he’s falling over the hill with me, pulling out and coming on my stomach like we’ve done in the past.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, and he climbs off of me in search of a washcloth. He returns and cleans me up, and once it’s in the hamper, we get dressed.
“Still not dating?” he asks with humor in his tone.
I laugh back but sober quickly. When I say nothing, he looks up at me from buttoning his jeans. “Yes, we…we’re dating.”
His eyes widen in surprise, and he kneels before me. “You don’t have to say that just because I asked. If you’re not ready yet, I won’t push it.”
I shake my head. Everything he has done for me has led up to this moment. Every doubt I’ve had about him has been stripped bare and completely erased. I don’t know how he did it - how hebroke down my walls, but here I am, looking into his eyes and declaring, “I want to. I wantyou.”
He grins before gripping the back of my neck and kissing me. I indulge for a moment before I press my hand against his chest, breaking the kiss. “But I have one condition,” I say.
Looking questioningly at me, he asks, “A condition?”
I nod. “We have to find a way to tell him. When the time is right, I want him to know about us. I don’t want to be a secret forever, and I don’t want him to find out the wrong way.”
He searches my face for a moment before agreeing, and just knowing I have his support on my condition settles the nerves in my stomach.
CHAPTER 21
REID RATHE
“Aren’tyou worried that Dustin will come visit Ivy or something?” Avery asks as we park my car at the diner.
The diner is busy tonight, which isn’t surprising. It’s not far from campus, and it’s common for college kids to come after a long day of classes and studying. Dustin, Jacob, and I used to come here a lot when we were hungover and needed something greasy like burgers or bacon or bacon on burgers. We haven’t been here for a while though. None of us gets so wasted that we have terrible hangovers anymore. None that requires grease, anyway.
“There’s always that risk,” I say with a laugh. She’s so worried that she’s biting on her nails while staring wide-eyed at the bright diner windows that splash light across the parking lot.
“Maybe we shouldn’t tempt fate. We’ve only been dating for a week, and?—”
I grab her hands and pull them from her mouth, kissing the back of her knuckles. “Our entire relationship is a risk.”
“Yes! And we shouldn’t chance it with a public date.”
I twist my lips to the side, trying to think of how I can soothe her worries. “How about this: We go, we eat, we talk, and ifDustin shows up, we’ll just tell him we’re friends getting to know each other.”
“And if he catches us kissing?”
Amusement crosses my face. “If it’ll make you feel better, I won’t even hold your hand.”
