Page 91 of The Sweet Spot

“You were definitely mine.”

“I know.” She bites her lip, trying not to smile. “I could feel it between us.”

I sit up, kissing her, but she squirms, turning her face. “Luca. I need to brush my teeth.”

I lean over, getting the water. We share some of it, and then, gently gripping her chin with my hand, I sweep my tongue into her mouth.

She moans quietly, submitting, melting into me. Letting go of her face, I wrap my arms around her body and kiss her until my dick is throbbing. She’s practically sitting on it; one move and I could be back inside of her warm, wet bliss.

I can’t do that to her, though, no matter how tempting it is. Instead, I fit one of my hands between us, playing my fingers between the folds of her slippery little secret. She sucks in a surprised breath, her mouth going slack. It just makes me want her more. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I angle two of my fingers into her, fucking her with them until she’s so wet she starts to drip.

It drives me insane.

Ripping my mouth from hers, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Her grip on me tightens and her breathing stutters. The steadily increasing rhythm she’s got going falters, and suddenly she freezes, panting and pulling my hair as she comes. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, I fumble for the nightstand, knocking over the glass of water, which rolls to the floor with a thump and a splash.

I find another condom and ease Wren onto her back. She grabs me, wrapping her hands around my forearms as I move into her, gasping in relief. So hot. So slick. So good. Soessential. I can’t see anything but the green of her eyes, can’t feel anything but the tight, hot, wet hold she’s got on me. Everything else is peripheral.

It’s different than it was last night. Sober. Intent. I drive into her, over and over, on a mission, fueled by the grip she has on me—everywhere—and her sounds, the little gasps and groans and cries.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, knotting her fingers in my hair.

I kiss her as I fuck her, enjoying her taste, her feel. And when I come, my vision goes dark for a second, colors exploding behind my eyelids as pleasure rockets through my body. I feel like I come forever, finally collapsing against her. She runs her fingers through my hair, keeping her legs wrapped around me.

“Wow,” she breathes after a time.

I kiss her and then, with great effort, separate myself from her and roll to her side. We lie still for a second, staring up at the ceiling. “I could wake up like that every day.” I say this before giving much thought to what it sounds like, but once the words are out, I realize I mean them. In more ways than one.

“Me too.” She doesn’t blush like I’d expect her to.

Leaving a light kiss on her swollen lips, I take hold of the soggy condom and back off the bed. “Be right back.”

But she follows me to the bathroom. “Let’s take another shower.”

* * *

I’d wanted to take Wren to breakfast before dropping her back to her place, but after hours of lying around and talking in bed, we ran out of time.

I speed all the way back to UCSC, hoping to circumvent the awkwardness of her dad seeing us arrive after a night obviously spent together. Maybe he has no real say in what she does, but that doesn’t matter.

He’s herdad. He matters to her, and I respect that.

Thankfully, we make it. Swinging into the empty parking place besides hers, I jump out and walk Wren to her front door. A group of girls walks by on the sidewalk, glancing at me, and then Wren.

She pauses at her door, keys in her hand as she looks up at me. “I had fun,” she says, a faint pink staining her cheeks.

“Me, too.” It’s an understatement. I pull her closer by her hip, seeing her through the lens of our night and morning together. “Have fun with your dad today.”

“I will.”

Cupping her face, I bend to kiss her. She smells like my toothpaste, my shampoo. My stomach quivers. “Talk soon, all right? Call me. Text. Whatever.”

She nods, swallowing hard. I think I might affect her as much as she affects me. I like that I can tell. Clearing her throat, she steps away and unlocks the door. “Bye, Luca.”

I wait until she’s inside before turning to go, smiling as the sunshine hits my face. It’s hard not to smile after spending the night with someone like Wren, someone who inspires the purest kinds of feelings.

I’m not sure what my future holds, what I’m going to do after graduating, but right now, at this moment, I know one thing for sure. I’m happy.

As if he can smell that happiness, my father calls right as I pull into the Morgans’ driveway. It’s tempting to let it go to voicemail, but he’ll just keep on trying until I answer.

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