Page 48 of I Just Want to be Yours

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As Margotand I go from the AirTrain to the subway, I go over tonight’s plan in my head on a constant loop. Well, it’s Mya’s plan, but I’ve done a decent job following her instructions and setting up everything. After the show tonight, we’ll go see Times Square lit up, we’ll eat at one of the restaurants open late in Hell’s Kitchen, and we’ll catch a late-night comedy show. It might not be the perfect date, but it’s the best I could do with the little time we have.

Mya insists I shouldlet Margot see New Yorkandtell her I love her in the middle of the city that never sleeps.The whole thing is starting to feel like a lot of pressure. This is why I never wanted to date someone. There are too many expectations. Too many things you’re supposed to make a big deal about, and I hate feeling like I’m going to let people down.

But Margot isn’t just anyone.

I watch the way her mouth moves as she carries on about the paper. She’s so animated when she’s talking about her passion. It’s adorable. She’s in the middle of explaining all the trials and tribulations of a local bookstore when I lean over and kiss her, cutting her off mid-sentence.

Margot smiles against my lips, and I drink up the breath of laughter that tumbles from her. She expects it to be a quick kiss. She expects me to pull away and let her get back to her story, and maybe that was my plan originally, but she tastes too damn good. With my hand gently clasped around her throat, I pull her in to kiss her deeper, and she melts in the seat next to me. Margot’s default setting might leave her rigid, but the way she softens and opens every part of herself for me makes me feel like I hold a sacred key, and seeing her this way is the treasure she keeps locked away.

When we finally do break the kiss, I relish in the sight of her. Pupils blown, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Idid that to her.

Margot clears her throat, and another flush of pink flares underneath the surface of her skin. “So, are we meeting up with the band or?—”

“The hotel,” I answer quickly, my voice rough. “We’re definitely going to the hotel.”

I booked us the nicest room I could afford in New York City, which isn’t saying much. If the four walls had arms, they could easily high-five each other. The room gives the wordsmalla whole new meaning, but I’m not sure Margot cares or notices. Hell, the only reason I notice is because it took fewer steps than I expected to walk her back to the bed, my lips never leaving hers.

I drop her duffle to the floor with a soft thud as I gently lay her back onto the white comforter. Margot looks up at me with bright eyes. Her lips are swollen and red from how much I’ve been kissing her, and her rosy complexion makes her absolutely stunning. I wish I could capture a picture of this turned on,blushing version of Margot. This version of her rarely shines through text. The version of her who’s panting and wanting.

And mine.

My lips press against the sweet skin of her neck, and I murmur her name. Her breath catches like I knew it would, and it brings a faint smile to my lips.

Working my way down her body, I lift her sweater and kiss her between her perfect breasts, her name leaving my lips again. There’s a tiny arch of her back this time, her eyes jumping to the ceiling like she’s saying a silent prayer, but I’m the one who’s worshiping right now.

Slipping down her pants, I groan at the sight of the already damp cotton of her underwear. We’ve both waited so long for this.

“Margot,” I say again, but this time the awe is evident in my voice. She’s so fucking ready for me, and I don’t know what the hell I did to get this lucky.

She goes to clamp her thighs shut with a whimper, but I pry them back open. I’m not sure if she’s embarrassed, or if she’s just trying to ease the ache, but I’m just getting started. With a hand firmly on either thigh to keep her spread for me, I lower my face between her legs and run my tongue over the damp cotton in one, slow, savoring stroke. The familiar sweet smell and taste of her floods through me, and I groan out her name one more time.

Not patient enough to actually pull her underwear off, I move the fabric aside until she’s glistening and bare before me. I’d love nothing more than to devour her, but with another slow stroke of my tongue, I savor her.

She cries out the first time I suck on her clit, and it sends a ripple of pleasure through me. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

She nods, her breath coming in short pants. “Me, too.”

“Is this what you thought of?” I dip inside her, fucking her with my tongue. “When you got yourself off all those nights?”

Her hips buck in response, and I move to hold her down again. “Among other things,” she says sweetly—playfully.

Sucking hard on her clit, she cries out again. “Well, I promise to give you plenty to think about until I come home for the holidays.”

“Please,” she breathes, all signs of playfulness gone. The only thing I hear isneed.

After a few more teasing strokes of my tongue, I increase my pace. Margot’s legs shake, and her hands grip my hair so tight it hurts, but I relish in the pain. She tastes like a fucking dream, and I’ll take the pain if it means I get to bury my face between her legs a little longer.

She comes fast and hard. The cracked sound of her crying out is something I’ve dreamed of hearing for months. The way her body tightens and breaks apart is what I’ve thought about for weeks. And seeing it all finally come to light has me cursing the fact that she’ll only be here for a single day.

I collapse onto the bed next to her as she comes down from her high, and as soon as the haze clears, she turns her head to look at me. There’s a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she catches her breath, but the way she’s eyeing me goes deeper than the surface. Something about the way her steady gaze bounces between my eyes lets me know she’s searching for something. I’m not sure what it is, but I hope she finds it.

Running my hand through her hair, the familiar urge to tell her I love her has my chest tightening. I wish I would have said it months ago. I probably felt it but was too stupid to act on it, and now that it’s been left unsaid, those three words feel a lot heavier than they should.

Tonight.

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