Page 56 of The Summer of ’98

“Don’t be.” He pushed my hair behind my ear. “You’re definitely not wrong. Like I said, talk to your mom. You have so much respect for her and I love that. But there’s nothing wrong with asking for the trust that you deserve.”

“Yeah, I should do that.” There was more determination in my tone. “Or, I’ll tell her that I’m sleeping over at a friend’s place and spend the night in your dorm.”

Leroy laughed, nodding his head. “Yeah or that. I wouldn’t argue.”

We continued swaying to the music, feet sinking into the carpet, the night lights of Colorado Springs outside of our window.

“What if you have a roommate, though?”

“Nope, no roommate. Spent a bit extra for the private life. I need it after sharing a roof with Noah for the last eighteen years.”

“You’ll miss him. You know it.”

He shrugged but he didn’t deny the claim either. “Enough about my brother. We finally have some peace and quiet.” He pulled me in at the waist so that I collided with his chest. “Hop on my feet.”

“What?”

“Stand on my feet.”

Puzzled, I did what he said and stifled a squeal when he started spinning around the room. He danced, holding me while I clasped my hands behind his neck. We both laughed and I felt the dizzies coming on when he spun me in circles. “Leroy,” I groaned, burying my head in his chest. If he wasn’t going to let me off this damn ride, I’d jump.

My feet slid off his and then he stood on my toe and we tripped over each other, landing in a heap on the floor, both of us out of breath with laughter. “I’m going to be sick,” I groaned, watching as Leroy crawled up and over me.

“For real? I’ll take you to the bathroom.”

“No. Not for real. But the world is spinning.”

“Yeah, it does that. Always has.”

“You’re hilarious.”

He winked and pulled me to my feet in one swift movement. The room was no longer orbiting around me. Slowly, he slid his hands around my waist, his fingertips just a slip from being tucked under the band of my skirt. He was being so soft and gentle, like he wanted to savor the moment as he admired me from head to toe. The atmosphere in the room changed in the space of a breath.

“This outfit has been driving me insane all night,” he murmured with a low voice. He pulled me into his front and my hands clasped themselves behind his neck.

I ran my fingers through his soft hair and sunk my teeth into my bottom lip as I gave his strands a subtle tug. He tipped his head back, a soft groan escaping his lips and I quivered, almost short circuiting at what I could do to him. It must have ignited something within him because when he brought his head back down, his expression was dark with lust and he wrapped a hand tightly around the back of my neck, forcing our mouths together in a fierce kiss.

I arched into his hold and our hands moved with erratic need. I was pulsating, moaning as our tongues moved together, and we walked backwards to our bed. He lowered me down onto it, his hand keeping me secure at the lower of my back. All I could feel was him—his scent, his kiss, his touch were a drug that I hoped I’d never get enough of. Our kiss was broken just long enough that he could kneel above me and rip his shirt off before he collapsed on top of me again and I was able to sink my fingertips into the firm surface of his muscular back.

Leroy dragged his mouth down the length of my jaw, kissing and sucking as I tipped my head back and moaned. “Mmhmm, yes,” he groaned against me as he pushed my thighs apart with his knee. “I’ve been waiting to hear those sounds.”

He untucked the sheer top from my skirt and pulled it over my head, bringing his mouth back down to my neck as one hand cupped the curve of my chest, massaging it with so much precision that I was startled in the best way when he shifted my underwear to the side. I gasped at the sudden contact, but I was ready for him . . . more than ready.

Leroy leaned up, his free hand on the mattress beside my head and his knees on either side of my frame as he continued working me into a state of euphoria. My hands held on to his taut shoulders, and when I looked at him, he was watching me with a lustful haze, his eyes devouring me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped.

His hand sped up and I could barely breathe. I threw my head back, coming undone. Leroy discarded his pants, rolled on a condom, and stripped me before lowering himself on top of me again. He took my hands in his and put them above my head as he kissed me, rough and fierce in a way that had me begging for more. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down.

“No more waiting?” he asked, sliding his tip inside of me.

“No more,” I gasped as I stretched to accommodate him. “Please just—”

My words turned into a loud gasp as he slammed his hips and filled me, hitting all the right places in an earth-shattering sensation that could be compared to nothing else. It was even better than the first time. Because this time, we knew each other more. We loved each other. And we had been waiting for what felt like a long time for this to happen again.

I swear that the passion between us, the feelings and desire could start a fire. Our bodies were made for each other—molded to match and fit like two pieces of a destined puzzle. Nothing had ever felt more perfect than when we moved together. Hearing him vocalize his pleasure, knowing that his deep moaning was because of me, sent me over the edge.

His ragged breathing against my neck caused me to shiver, goosebumps forming on my skin as we just lay with satisfaction afterwards. It was one hundred percent worth the wait. Something that I would never tire of was this—not with him. I was glad that I had waited for the right man. He made the entire experience what it was.

Leroy

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