Page 63 of Undeniable

I shook my head quickly, cutting off her arguments. I knew she was going to ask me about track and baseball off-season and my hectic course schedule, but none of it mattered. I’d figure out how to come back for at least a day. A few hours at minimum. It wouldn’t be enough, but at least I’d get to see her again soon.

“Okay,” she conceded and rested her head back on my chest.

“Until then, we don’t have to say goodbye.”

“Hmm,” she mused, one hand running over my chest and down my stomach. The movement seemed innocent enough until her fingers dipped beneath the fabric of my T-shirt and trailed along the top of my shorts.

She shifted closer, if that were even possible, and dragged her hand higher, slowly dipping between each of my abdominal muscles. Her breath was warm against my neck and coming out in fast, short puffs.

Everything about her was intoxicating. The feel of her curves pressed against my side, her curious hands that had grown more confident in the weeks we’d spent together.

I tilted my head, burying my nose in her hair, and greedily inhaled her warm floral scent. I began to do my own exploration. My hand, that rested appropriately against her side, inched lower until I could grasp her hip, temptingly close to her ass.

“We should still say a proper ‘not’goodbye, though, right?” She kissed my neck, her hand wandering lower and lower until her fingers brushed against my rapidly hardening cock. It was a whisper of a touch, and the little tease did it intentionally. She was looking for a certain reaction, and who was I not to give her whatever the fuck she wanted?

A sound—something between a groan and a growl—ripped from between my teeth as I shifted my weight, gripped her wrists, and pinned her beneath me.

She gasped, but her surprise transformed into a playful smile. I ran my nose along her cheek, keeping her hands pinned above her head and using my hips to press her harder into the blankets beneath us. I licked along her jaw and her hips bucked upward, grinding against my thigh that had settled between her legs.

“And what does a proper‘not’goodbye entail?” I breathed into her ear, blowing a warm breath against the wet trail of kisses I’d left over her neck and jaw.

“I want…” she said hesitantly, and I drew back at the waver in her voice. “I want to do…it.”

The hesitant expression she wore was one I hadn’t seen in weeks. She chewed her bottom lip nervously and I couldn’t imagine what my own expression looked like—something probably similar to total surprise and disbelief.

We’d managed, over the past few weeks, to explore every inch of each other’s bodies. With our hands and our mouths, but we still hadn’t gone further than that. I couldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t dying to bury myself inside of her, but I knew it was a big step, especially when we were…temporary.

I hadn’t planned to bring it up because I didn’t think she’d want me to be her first. But the possibility that I was wrong, and she trusted me enough, made my chest inflate with confidence.

But she’d also have to actually sayitbefore we did anything.

“It?” I asked with feigned ignorance, but she didn’t buy it. She pushed against my chest and groaned.

I smiled.

“Really? Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

I kissed her slowly. “Consent should be freely, clearly, and enthusiastically given.‘It’does not make it very clear what you’re asking for, Killer.”

She narrowed her eyes at me and looked like she was prepared to continue arguing. But she didn’t.

“James Edward Larson,” she began confidently after a few seconds. “I want you to have sex with me. I want you to put your penis in my vagina. Iwantyou to please fuck me. I want—”

The plea in her voice was my undoing. I slanted my mouth over hers, and her hands eagerly cupped my face as she slipped her tongue over my own. I cherished every whimper and moan that escaped her lips.

Grasping her cheek, I tilted her head to the side, further deepening the kiss, but I couldn’t keep from touching her everywhere. The path my touch trailed between her breasts and down her stomach was intentional.

Harder than I normally would have, I gripped her hip and guided her movements as she shamelessly ground herself against my thigh once again.

So lost in her, I almost forgot every reason I had personally decided it was a bad line to cross. Hearing her beg me to fuck her short-circuited my brain.

So, reluctantly, I pulled back, and I nearly said fuck it for a second time when she panted up at me, one hand clasping the side of my face, the other fisting my shirt. Her green eyes were almost neon under the faint moonlight.

“Killer, are you sure?” I asked, also out of breath and barely on the right side of sanity. “We’re—tomorrow—”

She shook her head adamantly. Both her hands tightly clasped my face. She made sure I was unable to look anywhere besides right at her.

“I want this withyou. Even if this is the only time this happens, I would rather experience this”—she trailed one hand down my torso and gripped me hard—“than go my entire life wondering what it would’ve been like.”

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