“It doesn’t have to.” His voice is smoky. Sexual. And his hand curls around my hip, but doesn’t hold as it glides upward, his thumb like a tiny mallet dragged along the xylophone of my ribs.
I guess I must be musical too, as I give a little hum.
“Ryan.” His hand makes a frame for my breast, cupping the weight of it. “You can tell me to stop. And I will.”
I bite back a pleasured whimper as his thumb swipes over my hard nipple.
“Would it help if I said how much I’ve dreamed of this? How I’ve imagined touching you. Tasting you.”
“Hush.” Don’t talk.Don’t make this too real.
“Then be a good girl. And turn around.”
“What?”
“Didn’t I tell you I was hungry?”
I allow him to turn me, and like iron filings to a magnet, my fingers are drawn immediately to his chest.So warm and solid to the touch.
“You’re beautiful.” His eyes shine golden as he reaches for the end of my braid, bringing it to his mouth.
“You were watching.” Pleasure threads through my accusation as he swipes it across his lips.
“Enviously.”
I give a soft, flattered laugh.
“I’d like to kiss you.” A beat passes, and when I don’t object, the light turns his dark hair glossy as he dips his head. Lower than I imagined, because his mouth is hot and wet and magic as it closes over my nightshirt-covered nipple.
I moan. Oh, God, how I moan, the feeling immense as that sucking pull resonates deep between my legs.
“Can I?” His question is tentative as he tugs on the cotton of my nightshirt.
“I don’t ...”know. I feel so conflicted. I want this, but—
“Please.” That word, the need in it, undoes me. I begin to gather my nightshirt myself, and we both work to pull it over my head.
Heavy lidded, his gaze drinks me in. My breasts, the hard pebbles of my nipples. My rounded stomach, my softer hips. My simple cotton panties.
“You’re so beautiful, Ryan.”
I give a tiny gasp as his hands cup my breasts, and his mouth returns, his tongue swirling across a stiff bud. My moan sounds ragged as he sucks it hotly into his mouth.
“You’re so,solovely. Strong. Yet delicate, my little teacup.”
My body seems to understand before my brain does as he dips, his hands coming around me as he lifts me to the countertop.
And then it’s all over but the crying out.
Chapter 29
Matt
Romero family group chat, without theaul wans. The old ones, also known as the parents.
Me: I have an announcement to make.
Hugo: Yr gay?
