Blushing, I ask, “What do you mean?”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a single minute since you left last summer.”
My eyes roll. “You’re so full of shit.”
“No. I’m dead serious.” His brows raise. “I really don’t think I’m ever gonna let you leave again.”
I bite my lip. “Deal.”
The backs of his fingers ghost across my cheek.
I like the way his bed smells. And I know that’s a weird thing to think, but it’s true. There’s a layer of his cologne, but it doesn’t smell exactly like it does on his skin because it swirls with the clean notes of his shampoo on his pillow, and a hint of laundry soap, all mixed withwhat I can only describe ashim.I imagine it’s that pheromone thing they say you only like if you’re attracted to someone—or is it you’re only attracted to someone when they have the right pheromones. I don’t know, but I feel like I might drown in it if I don’t kiss him.
I bring my lips to his softly. My heart thunders in my chest. When I pull back, he slides his hand into my hair, bringing our mouths together again. He shifts to his side, his hand finding its way to my lower back, pressing my body to his.
Every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire. When his tongue parts my lips and sweeps my mouth, I slide my leg up to drape over him. His fingers dig into my hip. I might actually melt right into the blankets. Something shifts—soft waves growing hungry as they crash into the shore. I can’t get enough.
His leg shifts forward just enough to press between mine, sending a wave of heat coiling up every vertebra. Lost in the moment, I roll my hips and sweep my tongue across his in time with the ribbons of molten lava twirling in my abdomen.
He takes his mouth from mine and opens his eyes. My breath hitches. I want more. Our heavy breaths rise and fall simultaneously before he pulls me on top of him as he rolls to his back. I straddle his hips, lowering my chest to his and bringing my lips to his neck. The panic from earlier a forgotten echo now. I just want to touch him. His hands roam up my bare legs, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin.
He groans, and I sit up to stare at him.
I’ve never been so attracted to someone in my whole life. I just want to look at him, commit every inch of hisbody to my memory. I never want to forget a single minute with this man.
He grimaces, rolls me off him, and says, “Shit. Sorry. I swear, I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. I kind of got caught up in the moment.”
I shake my head. “I don’t feel pressured. I just wanted to look at you.”
He swallows, blinking at me like he doesn’t know what to do. Without saying a word, I climb back on top of him, letting my hands rest on his chest. He doesn’t move.
I lean forward, placing my lips back on his. He gives me the moment, letting me explore his mouth while my hands wander over his skin. Grinding against him. His fingers trail over my legs until stopping to grab my ass.
When I break the kiss this time, I whisper, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Ash, we don’t have to?—”
“I know. Just tell me what to do.”
He doesn’t say anything at first, just lies under me staring into my eyes like he’s trying to decide. Then, he flips me to my back, sliding his hand under the T-shirt. His fingers run over my lower stomach, causing me to shudder. They skate over my skin, running laps on my body. When he slides them between my legs, my eyes grow heavy. It’s light at first, but when he presses his palm against me, I rock my hips. My mouth pops open, and he covers it with a kiss.
Heat races up my neck. Pulling his lips from mine, he moves to my jaw then my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin as I practically ride his hand. His mouth covers my nipple through his shirt, and he sucks.
He slides his fingers into my panties and my back arches when they touch my bare skin. I grip his soft sheets. When he slides one finger in me, I gasp.
“I don’t know.” He smirks. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”
My eyes open, and I realize he’s staring at me. Breathless, I say, “I’m not doing anything.”
“You are.” The smirk fades, and his eyes turn hungry. “And no one has ever looked so beautiful doing it.”
His fingers curl, and his thumb finds my clit. I grind against him before breaking apart, whimpering as I clamp my thighs around his arm.
He kisses me through it—first firm and desperate, before turning soft. He takes me in, and the corner of his mouth lifts as he pulls his hand away and lies on his back.
My brows furrow when he tucks an arm behind his head.
Is that it?
