Page 89 of Make Me Dream of You

I stir against her, tightening my arm around her waist.

She puts her book down. “Morning, you.”

“How long was I out?”

With a little smile and a hum, she glances at her phone. “Almost three hours.”

“Wow. Guess I needed it. I hardly slept last night.”

“What kept you up?”

“You.”

“Yeah?”

I nod. A much better reason than what normally keeps me up. She peers down at me, a little crease between her eyebrows, her green eyes golden in the light, her mouth slightly downturned.

She knows. She knows what keeps me up at night. She knows about the accident. My family. So few people in my life know about it—because that’s how I want it—but the fact that she knows fills my chest with a lightness I can’t describe.

That sinking rock in my gut, a feeling I’ve become so accustomed to, isn’t there. It’s gone. No longer weighing me down. No secrets.

She knows, and it’s overwhelming and freeing and terrifying and wonderful at the same time.

“Can I stay here with you tonight?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I grin, noticing the pulse in her neck speeding up. I kiss her right there, at her pulse point. The prettiest sigh escapes her lips.

She smells like strawberries, and I want to taste her again.

Ignoring my throbbing cock, I nuzzle down, brushing my lips along her jaw.

I press light kisses down to her collarbone. She whimpers, and tiny goosebumps rise on her skin in a trail behind me. I keep kissing as I go. Lower.

Just as I reach the top swells of her breasts, her breaths becoming more rapid, I look up at her.

Her cheeks are flushed.

“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice coming out more strained than I expect.

She nods.

I watch her eyes roll back as my mouth meets that soft skin. I kiss her breast and move down to lick her hardened nipple. She trembles beneath me as I suck tenderly on it.

At the same time, I trace my hand over her hip bone and down her leg, feeling the goosebumps on her skin in my wake. I slide my hand up, fingertips light on her skin, between her thighs.

She gasps when my middle finger slips between her lips. She’s warm and soft, already wet and pliable for me.

A vehicle rolling up the driveway, gravel grinding under the tires, breaks this little light-filled bubble we’re in.

“Shit.” She throws her head back against the headboard.

I let her nipple slip out between my lips, glistening and now dark pink.

“Do you think they’ll wonder where we are?” I ask.

“I think my sister will come barging in here first thing to make sure I’m still breathing.” Her tummy and breasts bounce a little as she lets out a light laugh.

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