Page 122 of Never You

My head falls onto her shoulder at the sensitiveness, amusement rumbling from my chest. “I love that you want to brand me, baby. But that ain’t it. That’s now the symbol of‘fuck it’. The one memory that made me realize I want more.I want you. When I’m getting a brand for you, it will be on full display.”

And I know exactly what to get.

37

This afternoon was mind-blowingly hot.

In multiple ways.

Lying in bed later that night, my body still glows from his searing touch and the burning sun. My cheek is pressed against the pillow while I’m wrapped under the sheet, staring out of the window beside my bed.

It has always been my fantasy, but that was more than I could’ve ever imagined. His hands on my body, looking up at the sky, the exposure of being naked on top of the hood, the thrill of being outside. If I wasn’t already addicted to him, this one definitely tipped over the scale.

“I want you,”he said.

Those last pieces of my crumbled heart hope he’s serious, but I want to protect myself and be rational about it. There is a big chance that he will start playing for a team at least a plane ride away from here, or that his parents will force him to come home, force him to be with Emily.

But right now, he’s all mine, so I’m pushing the thought to the back of my mind. Deciding to enjoy him while it lasts in any way possible.

Tomorrow, it’s Sunday, and we’re going to the riverbank with Kayla and Bodi. Not sure what’s going on between those two, but Kayla was clapping like a seal when I asked her if she wanted to come with us. I feel like a little schoolgirl thinking about bringing Jensen and Bodi to the spot where we spent most of our summers when we were in high school, excited about having a relaxed day with just the four of us.

In my head, I’m starting to make a list of stuff to bring, until my eyes feel heavy, and I slowly drift off to sleep.

I’ve barely lost consciousness when the covers rise and a warm hand snakes around my stomach. Before I can completely open my eyes and turn around, heat envelopes my body, a chest being pressed against my back. My body melts when a warm, open-mouthed kiss is placed on my shoulder, and I let out a deep moan.

Fuck, this man is so addicting.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, closing my eyes to enjoy his touch.

He leaves a trail of scorching kisses around my neck that can be felt in my legs.

His hand moves under my silk tank top, massaging my breast. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“You can’t be in here,” I breathe, having a hard time voicing anything when my brain decides to shut off and enjoy the ride.

He softly bites my shoulder with a grunt. “I know.”

“Nana will not be happy.”

“I know.” His blistering kisses continue.

“She will kick you out.”

“Only if you’re making too much noise, baby.” His hand moves to my hips, brushing his fingers along the hem of my shorts.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re wearing these silk pajama shorts again?”

“You like them.”

“I’ll like them better when they are on the floor.” Unapologetic, he pushes the fabric down my legs, and I hungrily push the rest down with my feet, giving him free access to my body. His fingers slowly move to the inside of my thighs, and I push my butt against his hard shaft, desperate to feel him inside of me.

“Now that I’ve found out how good you feel bare, my dick doesn’t want anything else.”

“This is a bad idea.” He brings his finger up, wetting it with his tongue, then softly moves it through my folds. Pushing the flesh away as he moves up and down, a whimper coming from my mouth.

“Shhh, you have to be quiet, baby.” Biting my lip, I close my eyes. The darkness of the night heightens everything I sense, each move more sensual than the other because of my lack of vision. Every time he moves his rough finger through my pussy, I wince in pleasure.

When his lips find my skin, I moan in satisfaction. He knows his way around a woman's body as well as he finds his way around the rink. Knowing exactly what he’s doing to me with every single move.

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