Page 109 of My Summer Girl

It rises and falls, her lips separating as the dizzying sensation runs through my palms and to her. She pants and I follow suit, warmth consuming us both.

Our gazes connect and there’s a glimmer there—something new, festering, building a nest beneath her bones.

“You may not believe in fate, mi reina hermosa, but there’s no denying this.” Her hand covers mine, the thrumming between us intensifies with each passing breath.

“Each new thing I learn about you seems to entrance me, peach.”

Peach.

I like it.

“Please tell me more things you like,” I prod coyly, trying not to toy with my loose curls, even though the urge is real.

Her lips purse while her cheeks darken in a blush once more. From how Raev described her, she’s a conqueror—someone who takes charge and everything she desires.

“Fishing for compliments?” she teases, her eyebrow rising higher. “Because I can give you many.”

“I’m waiting,” I playfully sass, tapping my chin with one hand while keeping the other on her chest.

Her lips twitch before shifting into a full smile, and there’s nothing I want more than to see that every day for the rest of my life.

Her hand atop mine falls softly, moving to my jaw. It’s different now. The smile melts from her face and in its place is the kind of expression that tells me she’ll own every part of me by the time this summer ends in a couple weeks.

“You are insanely breathtaking,” she rasps, her voice dropping a bit. “The moment I saw you in person, I knew I wanted you to be mine.” Her grip tightens, all while my breaths come out in sharp bursts. “When Solera showed me flashes of Raev fucking you, I wanted to find him and stab him for daring to take what’s mine.”

A gasp shoots out of me as my thighs clench. She’s so goddamn attractive that I’d fall to my knees and worship her in every way.

Her vines, covered in thorns, snake down her arms and twist around my body. They’re not constricting like one would think. They’re like a hug, protecting me and offering comfort. Joining us together in such an intimate way.

“They like you,” Vera hums, leaning in. She inhales deeply, her pupils dilating with the action. “And so do I.”

I bite my tongue, forcing myself not to ask her to touch me. The air around us shifts, almost suffocating me. My heart shamelessly patters, and the hand on my jaw seems almost heavy.

“Can I kiss you?”

Her nose twitches as if she’s holding back a chuckle. “You ask me to take what’s yours. Aren’t you the sweetest peach in the orchard.” It’s rhetorical but the need to please her has me nodding frantically.

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