Page 91 of A Sky Full Of Stars

Thomas drops the keys to the counter and chuckles, taking a slow step toward me. “I would never expect you to let me off the hook.” He steps closer. “But you didn’t answer mine either.”

“I told you, I’m fine. So…”

“It really fucking sucked, Lainey.” He runs a hand through his hair but continues to erase the space between us. “We were so close and yet…we weren’t.”

“I’msorry. I wish I’d—”

“There’s a silver lining,” he cuts me off, now standing so close I can feel his breath. “I’m here,” he adds, curling his finger around a lock of my hair, his gaze once again focused on the pink. “Seeingyouhelps.”

I know exactly what he means. I’ve said the same thing before.

“Good,” I whisper and it comes out breathy. “I’m glad,” I add, my voice clearer. “You need to talk about it and I’m here to listen.”

“Sure…we could do that.” His eyes lock on mine. “Or we could talk about you?”

“Please,Thomas.I promise I’ll talk to you about it. But for now, seeing you helps me too. And I want to forget.”

Thomas closes his eyes briefly as he decides what to do, but before I’ve had the chance to plead again, he sinks his hands into my hair and lightly tugs on the strands. “I love this color,” he says, angling my face toward him as he leans in to whisper, finally moving on. “It suits you.”

His lips brush my cheek, completely distracting me from my issues, and I sigh in relief. This is what I wanted. What webothneed.

When he kisses me again, this time at the corner of my lip, one of his hands drops to the hem of my dress as the other holds me in place. With an explorative featherlight touch, he glides his lips along my chin, making his way down to my neck, his fingers following a similar pattern across my legs.

I melt into him, unable to hold back the soft mewl that escapes me, and when he sucks on my skin, my head drops back, giving him better access.

His fingers sneak under my panties, and we collectively groan as he easily slides through my heat. “Fuck, Lainey. You’re so ready for me.” Slipping two fingers insideme, he curls them against my walls while his thumb moves in circles across my clit. The more I pant, the deeper and harder he pumps until I’m a writhing mess, barely able to stay upright.

Releasing my hair, Thomas secures his hand behind my back and holds me against him, allowing me to completely lose myself to his touch.

The sensation pools in my middle, but I try to fight it until it becomes too much. The pressure builds, and when he pumps his fingers inside me again, sparks fly and he sends me spiraling over the edge.

“God, Thomas.”

I call out his name over and over, my body pulsing through my release as he continues lavishing me in attention, his fingers rubbing me until I can’t take it anymore.

I suck in a much-needed breath, coming back down to earth, but I’ve barely stopped convulsing when he drops to his knees, spreading my legs to run his tongue through my center.

A high-pitched moan releases from within me, and while it feels amazing, I want more. I need to have him inside me.

“Stop,” I pant, my voice barely audible as I struggle to catch my breath. As if not hearing me, Thomas continues to lick me, until I push his head away and step back. “Wait, please… While I appreciate all the attention you’ve given me, it’s your turn.”

Thomas’s eyes find mine from his position on the floor, and I swear they darken, especially when I add, “You’ve been waiting long enough.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Thomas

Lainey’s eyes sparkle with a mischief I haven’t seen in her before, and it’s really fucking sexy. She’s always had this innocent air about her, but right now, she’s positively wild, and I’m the lucky guy on the receiving end of her plans.

The second I stand to my feet, she’s moving me across the room, before pushing me down onto the bed and crawling on top of me.

She lifts to her knees to create some room between us, then reaches for the waistband of my jeans, curling her finger between the denim and my skin, her gaze locked on the tuft of hair peeking out.

My cock twitches but I ignore it, content to wait and see how this all plays out.

Without a word, Lainey unbuttons my jeans, before slowly gliding the zipper down, following the path with her knuckle. My fingers flex as I itch to reach up and touch her, to slide my palms under her dress and glide my hands across her smooth skin. But I know she won’t let me. I may have made her come a couple of times since we reconnected, but it’s not enough. I want more. I want her so sated and sore that she never forgets me. Never forgets how good we fit. Because without even sinking inside her, I know that we were made for each other.

With my pants undone, Lainey stands up, and I preempt her move, ridding myself of my clothes in one quick motion. She raises her eyebrows with a soft smile until her attention moves to my throbbing cock, her eyes widening as she swallows a lump in her throat.

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