Page 17 of Love You Too

“It was a mistake. I’ve regretted it for years.” I kiss her neck, tasting her sweet skin and licking along her jaw until she sighs.

“Good. Tell me again.”

“Worst mistake of my goddamn life,” I growl, knowing she’s playing with me, taunting me. But as I say the words, I know I’m speaking the absolute fucking truth.

Her eyes go glassy as she nods. “I know. It was.”

I sink a finger inside the warm flesh between her legs, swirling against her clit until I hear her gasp. “You good?” I ask.

“Yes,” she pants.

I laugh and work my way up her body, pressing my lips against hers. The kiss turns hot in an instant, and I can’t hold off any longer without being inside her. Turning to my bedside table, I fumble through for a condom, realizing there’s no chance of finding one. I haven’t been with anyone in this house—haven’t been with anyone in a long time. My eyes narrow and I panic.

As if reading my thoughts, Trix rolls to the edge of the bed and grabs her purse. “I think I have one, but it’s like a hundred years old. Do they go bad?” she asks, producing a little gold package.

“I don’t see how.” I’m not about to debate the aging properties of latex right now, but I give it a cursory once-over. The package looks fine, so I tear it open, never losing contact with those luscious fucking lips.

“Great. Stop talking.”

I do as I’m told. No more talking. I’m wholly focused on her, the way her eyes drift shut when I move against her clit. The way she moans quietly when I circle against her. The way she sighs when I thrust inside to fill her.

I’ve fantasized about how it would feel to be inside her again, but reality leaves my dreams in the dust. No one compares to the feel of her. We just fit. The sight of her. The scent of her. The tight, wet heat of her. I’m lost to the sensation that envelops every part of me.

“Fuck, Trix.”

“I know,” she gasps.

Maybe it’s because she’s waited so long. Maybe she’s been banking her libido or something. Because this is not the woman I remember from college. This one knows what she wants and is determined to get it. Makes me hell-bent on giving it to her.

I thrust harder, chasing the feeling that has my senses on fire. I’m aware of her every movement and inhalation. And those sweet sighs and moans.

My hips piston and I drive into her—harder, softer, all at herpace. My hands can’t get enough of her body. I trail them over every inch of her skin, fueled by her soft sounds of approval. My mouth on hers, sharing her breath. Impossible to get enough of her.

It’s been a while for me too, so I don’t have a lot of hope of lasting like she might want me to. When I feel her start to come apart beneath me, I give in, coming hard on a curse and a desperate grunt.

Her name on my lips—it’s like coming home.

It feels so goddamn good, and I let my brain empty of thoughts. It feels nice to be in the moment and take a break from worrying about anything else.

Beatrix lets out a long, contented exhale. “This afternoon certainly took a turn for the better.”

“Happy to help anytime.”

Her eyes snap open and promptly narrow at me. “Just today, thanks. This is a ‘one-and-done’ situation, remember?”

I’m unconcerned about how she wants to characterize it. I just like that I can get her out of her head for five minutes so she can enjoy herself. But I’m smart enough to know she’ll bolt like a deer in the headlights if I say it out loud.

“Yeah, I recall.”

She claps a hand over her eyes. “Honestly, I can’t believe I just followed my old flame to his house for sex. Not on-brand for me, just so you know.”

“Well, just soyouknow, it isn’t for me either.” I don’t know why it feels important that she knows it. I’m not expecting a disbelieving cackle. I boop her on the nose. “Hey, what’s that about? You think I’m some kind of man slut?”She shrugs. “If social media is to be believed, um, yeah.”

It’s not lost on me that she cares enough to follow social media gossip posts about me. “Stalking me on social media, are you?”

“Ha. You wish. If I could open my feed without seeing somedumb picture of you with one of your puck bunnies, it would be a miracle.”

Uh-huh.My smirk widens to a full-on smile. “Interesting.” I hate that she saw those types of pictures, solidifying her wrong opinion of me. But I’m a little gratified that she’s looked me up because maybe all isn’t lost. I feel a kernel of hope.

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