Page 43 of Inseverable (Carolina Beach)

My teeth graze over the point until I pull it deep in my mouth and flick it with my tongue. Her other breast, it needs attention, too. I reach between us, rolling the nipple with my fingers.

Trin bucks against me, grinding her hips. We’re moving fast, rough,hot—both of us loud and getting louder. Goddamn?I’m so into her, and the way her body reacts to mine.

Everything is going well, until it’s suddenly not. Her movements slow and something changes in her demeanor when I try to tug off her panties. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I know something’s wrong.

I lean back to get a better view of her face. She averts her gaze, her racing heartbeat pounding against my hand as I pass it along her sternum. Trin’s . . .scared. For as much as she’s played and teased, I know that much is true—just like I know that I’m the cause.

So instead of pulling off her panties, and taking her to my room where an unopened box of condoms sits in my drawer, I yank the edges up and drag her to me for a long deep kiss.

At first, she startles. I take my time, stroking my tongue over hers until she relaxes and returns my kiss with equal heat. My palm smooths over the soft skin between her breasts, feeling her heart settle so I know she’s more turned on than frightened.

“Better?” I murmur against her ear.

She moans when I tug on her lobe. “Sorry,” she manages.

I trail kisses along her neck. “Don’t be,” I whisper.

She groans when she slides over my thick erection. “Do you like that?” I ask, nipping her chin.

“Yes,” she stammers.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

My fingers grip her hips, and my mouth returns to play with her nipples. The tilts of her pelvis are slow at first, but it’s not long before her speed increases.

I’ll admit, rubbing like this fully clothed isn’t something I’ve done since I was sixteen. But I like how she feels on top of me, and I love how she responds. Her hair bounces against her shoulders with how fast she’s working me, and her grunts grow fiercer with each pass. Between those lust-filled cries and her reddening face, I know she’s peaking. I help her go faster, desperate for a scream that will signal her release.

The moment I hear it, my head lolls back and that familiar tightening claims me.Fuck. This might not be full out sex?not with three layers of clothing between us?but it feels real damn good. I come with her riding me hard.

She slows her movement as I finish, her breathing as crazy as mine.

“Shit,” I say, lifting my head from the couch and glancing down. Her panties are stretched and my boxers and jeans are soaked. While I don’t think there’s anything to worry about, there’s something I need to know. “Are you on birth control?”

“I am,” she confirms, easing my worry with her words and voice. She pauses, then carefully says, “My last check-up states I’m clean, and I haven’t been with anyone since. What about you?”

“My blood tests have always been clean,” I assure her. “The last one I had was in March.” I slide my hands along her hips. “And it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, even like this.”

She smiles in that soft way of hers that doesn’t quite show her teeth. “Good,” she says.

I kiss the spot between her breasts when she cradles my head against her. Although her breath has begun to slow, her heart is beating wicked fast.

“Were you scared?” I breathe against her skin.

“Yes,” she admits. “This is sort of all new to me. I thought I . . .” She clears her throat. “I thought I’d had orgasms before. But based on what just happened, it’s pretty clear I’ve been missing out.” She bites on her bottom lip and adds. “Is this normal?”

I chuckle, tickling her skin with a few strokes of my beard. “No. But like I said, I haven’t been with anyone in a long while. I usually last?”

“Please don’t tell me about being with anyone else.”

I tilt my chin, meeting the sadness dimming her pretty brown eyes. “Trin, you don’t have to worry about other women.” I hesitate, but then add, “You’re all I ever think about.”

Her voice quiets. “You’re all I ever think about, too.”

Good.

I pull her against me, covering her with a blanket before reaching for my house phone. “Here. You better call your friends.”

Becca picks up on the first ring and she’s so loud I have no problem hearing her. “Hello?”

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