Page 117 of Goodbye Note

He stalked toward me. “Is that all you have to say?”

“I don’t want to talk. I want your hands on me.”

“Only my hands?” He smoothed his palms over my hips.

“And lips.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. The buildup was almost too much to take.

“Anything else?” he whispered across my throat.

“Every inch of you. I don’t want you to stop until I’ve felt all your skin.”

He exhaled heavily against my neck. “I can do that.”

“Arik…”

“Yes?” He sucked on a patch of skin.

“Are you really okay with this?” I whispered into his temple.

“I’ve never done it before. Well, other than our messing around. But I’m not counting that the same as fucking.” He dragged his lips under my jaw.

“You didn’t answer my question.” My anxiety pitched. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to do this.

“How can I know unless I try?” A decisive snap of his hips brought our bodies together while his hands slid down to cup my ass. His dick was hard against me. “You tell me how I’m feeling.”

My head fell back in a desperate gasp for air. “Hard. So hard.” I’d had him in my hand, but he felt so much bigger pressed against me. I tugged at his shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Do whatever you want. You have to show me.” He backed off enough for me to pull off his shirt. When I tried to kiss him again, he stopped me.“We’re playing this fair since you have the advantage of experience. Take yours off.” It was cute he thought anyone but him was calling the shots. Arik controlled every situation he was in.

I pulled off my shirt. “Now finish what you started.”

“What’s that?” He thumbed the open button of my jeans.

“Don’t play with me.”

“So we aren’t taking this slow?”he asked playfully.

“We don’t—” Before I could fully get words out, he slid my zipper down.

Fuck.

He grinned and slid his thumb over my tip. “I’m teasing you.”

I hoped that was true as I pushed his sweats lower on his hips. He shoved the jeans off my ass, letting them fall down below my knees. I stepped out of them, glad I was barefoot and didn’t have to mess with shoes. His hands splayed over my chest, brushing over my nipples and exploring the lines of my muscles. Arik’s mouth found my flesh, and he walked me backward until we found the extra-wide couch.

“What happened to clothes for clothes?”

“You had your chance to take off my pants. You hesitated.” He put a hand on my chest and shoved me backward.

I landed on my ass and scooted back. He crawled over me, knees between mine, and my hips jerked up. My fingers found the small of his back, digging in to keep his weight against me. He gave over, settling between my thighs. Our bodies slotted together like we were made for each other. Our mouths joined, and he kissed me deeper, opening every part of me.

His hand found my waist, pinning me to the couch, and he gave a slow roll of his hips. I was not responsible for the sounds I made. The friction was electric. I slipped my thumbs into the back of his sweats and dragged them off his ass. He lifted, but only enough for me to shove them all the way down, keeping his hand on my hip so I knew who was in control.

He kicked them off, then it was just boxers between us, and if he kept up his rut, I was going to come like it was high school again.

“I want these off.” I was already inching down the material hugging his ass.

“Then take them off, Varian.” His voice was hoarse.

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