When he presses his mouth to my clit and gives me the most intimate of kisses, pleasure rocks through me.
“Oh my god,” I pant, my eyes rolling back.
“It’s JJ, but I’ll answer to that too.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. I inhale sharply, ready to mock him for his cocky attitude, but he slips his tongue inside me, and I lose my words.
He adds a finger, gently working it in and out of me, then another. “Just stretching you out.” He sucks on my clit again, this time while fucking me with his fingers, and everything I knew about pleasure before this moment is erased. Every sensation I’ve ever experienced is rewritten.
When I come again, I chant his name.
He doesn’t stop licking and humming until I’m begging him to stop. Begging him to fuck me.
He crawls up my body and kisses me, ravenously. “You are my favorite person in the world, Adeline. My best friend. And the absolute best meal I’ve ever had.”
I laugh. He’s always so fucking ridiculous. That hasn’t changed. But at the same time as the amusement registers, warmth rolls through me.
Eyes locked with his, I say, “You are that for me too, JJ. The person I always want with me. The one I look for in every room. Every time something big happens, I want to tell you, but I’m tired of telling you things. I want you there for it all. I want all of it. You and me and this and…”
He kisses the rest of the confession from my lips. “Shh, baby. I know. And it’s you and me from here on out. No more sharing stories. We’re living them.”
I nod, my breath stuttering and tears pricking at my eyes.
He presses one more kiss to my mouth, then sits up and reaches for his jeans. He pulls a condom from his pocket, and his eyes don’t leave mine as he rolls the latex over himself.
I lick my lips, nervous but ready.
When he settles back over me and drags his cock against me, teasing the places he’s already set on fire with his tongue, I shudder.
“We’re going to go slow,” he says. “Okay?”
I nod, my breaths coming quickly.
As he presses into me, those catastrophic blue eyes hold mine. “I love you,” he says, and it sounds like a promise. The sentiment holds so much more meaning than three simple words should. Because what we’re doing is so much more than a physical act. It’s the beginning of something new. And as I cry out in pain, he holds me and kisses me through it, only releasing my mouth when that pain bleeds into pleasure.
From this moment on, there’s no way we’ll ever be the same.
TWENTY-FIVE
ADDIE
“Are you sure I look okay?”I eye my sister, Vivi, and Hope in the mirror. Before they can reply, I snag a hair tie from my bureau, the instinct to put my hair up overwhelming.
“No,” Winnie yells from my bed. “Your hair looks great the way it is.”
“It really does,” Hope agrees.
“God, what I’d do to have hair like yours” Vivi mumbles.
The three of them are snuggled up in my bed, already in pajamas, while I’m dressed up and about to go out on my first date. Ever.
I spin, unable to look at myself any longer. “Please, people would kill for your hair,” I say.
Vivi’s got naturally bouncy curls that women spend thousands to replicate. It’s wild, really, that she and Aunt Millie have the same gorgeous curls since she isn’t her biological daughter.
“You wouldn’t say that if you had to take care of them.” She tugs on a curl and sighs. “But you look gorgeous. Don’t touch a thing.”
Chin tucked, I take in the skin-tight black leather pants Josie picked up while thrifting and the low-cut shirt Vivi lent me. She’s like a miniature doll in comparison to me, so it’s nearly a crop top. Still, it’s all black, which is not exactly my style. Then again my style is workout clothes and sports bras. Not exactly date appropriate.
