Page 226 of Forbidden Lessons

And then nodded.

Like he’d been waiting for this.

He slides a hand over my underwear, and I moan, bucking my hips up. That makes him huff against my throat, like he’s pleasantly surprised he still has that kind of effect on me.

But then I feel wetness oozing out of me, and my face goes scorching hot. He has to hurry before it’s all a bloody mess down there.

I usually don’t bleed a lot at first, but after a few hours…

It’s late afternoon. There’s already a chill in the air, but the sunlight that pierces through the maple leaves above finds its way down to me, painting warm spots over my legs and arms.

“I want it, Kai.” My words are frantic, my breath speeding up. “Please. Now.”

He huffs again, and then we’re both tugging at my underwear, trying to get it down my legs. But he doesn’t just stick it in like I thought he would.

He touches me first. Softly. Teasingly.

“Can’t just dive in,” he murmurs against my collarbone. “Gotta get you wet…”

Kai trails off. Groans, hard.

I’ve never heard him make a sound like that, not even when I jerked him off last year.

“You’re already wet,” he says, sounding confused, surprised, worried.

“I’m turned on,” I say. “You know how long I’ve wanted this?”

He tips his head back, a flickering unease in his eyes. “How long?”

“Since I was thirteen,” I lie. Because it’s been a hell of a lot longer than that, and I know he’ll freak out.

But it doesn’t help. He’s freaked out, anyway.

Color leeches out of his face. His lips tremble. “Haven…”

I know what’s coming.

How he’ll blurt out some excuse, and then he’ll leave, and I’ll never, ever, ever, ever have sex again because I’m in love with him, always have been, and he’s the only one that I’ll ever let touch any part of my body.

“No, no, no,” I whisper frantically, snatching his wrist. “Please, Kai. You promised.” I manipulate his fingers, push them inside me.

My eyes roll back, and I moan even louder, encouraging him, trying to tell him without speaking everything that’s pouring through my head.

He slides his fingers deeper, but slowly, and my eyes flicker open. I moan again, and his eyes drop to my mouth. He pulls his fingers out, pushes them in again.

“Yes, that’s good. Just like that,” I murmur, rolling my hips. I slide a hand down his chest, his stomach, to his jeans. I unzip him and fumble as I try to take out his dick.

But he’s just watching me. Fingers moving so slowly, it’s like he’s on another planet.

Meanwhile, my body’s going through the fucking wringer. I get his dick out, struggling at first because it’s hard, but then it gets easier, because he’s going softer.

“What’s wrong?” I tug at him, trying to make him hard again.

It took barely anything to make him come, but that was years ago.

“Kai, please.” I put my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me. “I want this. Don’t you?”

He pushes his head against my hand, eyes closing. “We do this, and then what, Haven?”

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