Page 125 of From You to Me

“Trust me, it’s the best way to have it. Katy suggested it, and I agree.”

“She’s got a big sweet tooth, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah. Well, speaking of Katy, did she say anything to you? She seems a bit down lately.” I sank into the breakfast chair, while I watched him put together my sundae. “You know, after all this thing with White went down.”

“Yeah.” He blew out a breath as he slid in next to me, sliding down my ice cream in front of me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

“She’s been off lately. She and Cece were pretty close, closer than the rest of us, and to learn that it was fake must’ve hurt her bad.”

I sighed, spooning my dessert. “Hopefully, she’s back to her old self soon.” My mouth hit the sweetness of my ice cream and the crunchiness of the almonds. God, that was good. “Are you not having any?” I waved a hand around.

His dark eyes never left mine as he shook his head. “No, I don’t really like ice creams anyway.”

My eyes spun upward. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I pinched his delts, which were hard and firm to the touch. Damn, he was ripped. “You’re not going to lose these muscles because of a few spoons of ice cream, Jay. Don’t be a prude.”

“Fine.” He gave me a cheeky grin as he stole the spoon from my hand.

“Hey,” I shrieked, swatting his shoulder, which obviously felt like a breeze to him.

The grin never left his face as he gobbled a huge mouthful of it. Almost half of it was gone. Now, I regret even asking him to try it.

“You’re right. I think I’ll have this.” He clutched my bowl and pulled it closer to him.

“Hey.” I jumped to my feet, swinging my hands around to snatch it away from him. At least I tried to, but that tall asshole wouldn’t let me. He laughed, eating all my ice cream while I screamed obscenities at him and running around his chair in circles while he kept twisting away from me.

I realized this wasn’t going to work and put him in a headlock from behind. “You ate all my ice cream,” I whined, biting on his lobe.

“You asked me to.” He grabbed my puny arms that were trying to strangle him.

“Ugh.” I stomped like a toddler. “That’s not fair. I hate you!”

In an instant, he spun me around, and with a huff, I landed on his lap—my core straight on his hardening cock.

I swallowed as I peered into his blues. I bit my lips, gyrating my hips along his length. “Did you eat all that healthy shit to manhandle me like this, Jay?” I teased, which pulled a groan out of him.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to show you just how much I can manhandle you. Only this time in my bed, sweetheart.” He caught the skin on my jawline between his lips.

I grinded harder. “You don’t see me saying no.”

He caught my lips between his as I moaned my next breath into his mouth. Swirling my tongue, we didn’t miss a beat as he swooped me up in his arms and carried me across the hallway.

My thundering heart echoed through the empty walls as he dashed me to his room in seconds.

The air gets knocked off my lungs as my back hits the bed, his mouth never leaving mine.

“Jay, I want you,” I mumbled, the heat in my core dripping through my panties. My hands fumbled to pry away his hoodie.

“Oh, not so soon. I plan to have my way with you tonight.” He pressed slow, languid kisses down the side of my face.

“No,” I whined. “Please, I want you so bad.”

“Fine, just because you’re asking so nicely.” He pulled away my sweater and jeans in one quick swipe, leaving me in just my lacy pink underwear.

“Pink, uh?” He swiped his tongue across his lips.

“I thought I’d wear it for the occasion.” I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant though my ragged breath and heated gaze told a different story. I was so fucking bothered by him.

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