She starts to grind on me, and the edges of my vision blur with how good she feels. I reach up to make circles around her clit with my finger. Her answering whimper spurs me on. She moves a little faster, bouncing now, and my climax is so imminent I have to do some math in my head to stave it off.
“Please let me come,” I grit out. “Please.” Desperation rings through me.
“Hang on.” She moves against me, grinding harder, then shouts my name, squeezing around me.
Oh, Jesus. Her sounds, her lush body, the way she clenches around me—I can’t fucking stand it. Tingles start at the base of my spine.
“Oh God, Kendall.” I grit my teeth. “That’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot. Please let me come.”
“Now you can,” she says.
Oh, thank God. Fucking finally. I thrust up into her once, twice, and then—absolute ecstasy. Fireworks. Bombs detonating. On and on, until I almost can’t stand the pleasure.
I cry out her name, and some other garbled nonsense, gripping her hips with enough force to pin her in place. I’m hardly ever this vocal, and I would be embarrassed, but I feel too good to care.
My head swims.
Wow. I suck in a breath. Well, that’s it. That has to be the pinnacle of my sex life. I don’t think it gets any better than that. I’m not going to be able to move for a while.
Kendall rolls off me, then after I dispose of the condom I find her putting her clothes back on.
My stomach drops. “Are you leaving already?”
She shrugs. “We can finish our project another time, since we didn’t work on it. I figured I could go.”
A queasy feeling washes over me. I don’t want her to go. I was hoping to spend more time with her and, God help me, tolisten to her talk about anything at all. I’m losing my head here, and I can do nothing to stop it.
“You can hang out for a little longer. We can find something to watch, if you want.”
“I figured you would need your beauty sleep.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“Kendall.” I smooth a hand over my hair. “I want you to stay, is all. I like you.”
Her face collapses a little, like my admission has devastated her. Which, she should know I like her. Haven’t I made it obvious?
“What does that mean?” She sits on my bed.
“Hasn’t anyone told you they like you before?” I sit next to her and take her hand, and she allows that. “I can’t be the first.”
“No, of course not. I’ve always had some options, even when you thought I shouldn’t.”
God. Her hits always land with such brutal, targeted efficiency.
“I would like you, and I would want you, if you looked exactly the same as you did then,” I say. “I was an awful person for saying things like that to you.”
She takes her hand back and buries her face in her palms. “Why does it have to be you? Of all the men in this city.”
“Is there any way you could move past how I treated you?” My breath stalls.
She shakes her head, and my heart thuds. “I can keep hooking up with you. I’m having fun. But if you’re asking about our future, I just don’t think it’s possible. Once your rotation is over, I think we should draw a line under it.”
“So, I have until Halloween to win you over?”
“Grant . . .”
“I know.” I hold my hand up. “I’m clear.”
I have never been more angry at my former self than I am in this moment. Even if I didn’t want her, which I do, I would bedevastated about how I messed with the life and the self-esteem of this phenomenal person. As I’m walking her to the door and bidding her goodbye, I’m wishing I could go back in time and punch that insecure, entitled kid in the face.
