Page 110 of The Sweet Spot

Wren runs her hand down my cheek before curving over to kiss me. “Don’t remind me.”

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I gently pull her down onto the bed and kiss her the way I’ve wanted to all damn day, filling her mouth with my tongue, filling my mouth with her taste. She moans as I roll on to her, wrapping her legs around me. The sound goes right to my dick. I want her.

It goes to my heart, though, too, because I love her.

I pull back, looking down at her. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too,” she echoes, eyes wet. And then she closes them, pulls my face back to hers, and kisses me over and over. “So much.”

I sweep my tongue through that sweet mouth, knowing I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I can’t explain it. But whatever it is, I need it now. All ofit. All of her. I push into the cradle of her hips, high off the way she makes me feel. Her hands in my hair, her nails tickling down the back of my neck. Everything fades: the music, the voices from outside.

She runs her hands up and down the bare skin of my back, edging my shirt up. Pulling away, I sit up and unbutton it, my eyes never leaving her. “Take off your dress.”

Smiling a little, she does, yanking it up over her head and tossing it aside. She’s in white underneath: skimpy, white panties and a soft, sheer bra I can see right through. I’ve barely gotten it off before one nipple is in my mouth and the other is in my hand.

Moaning, she arches beneath me. I slide over to the breast I’ve been fondling, sucking it into my mouth. Reaching down, I push her panties aside and slip my fingers inside, finding her hot and wet. And that’s it. There’s no more rational thought. Just feeling. The rest of our clothing comes off and then there’s nothing but warm skin. Wet skin. My hard to her soft.

Her hands wrapping around me, my fingers exploring her.

She cries out, her eyes wild and then closed and then burning into me as she pulls me closer, pulling me into her.

“Is this okay?” I half-beg, wanting inside so badly it feels like I might actually die if she says no.

“Yes,” she pleads, her legs tightening around me, closing in so that there’s nowhere else for me to go but inside.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes—”

And it’s heaven. Pure heaven. Wren and I have been sleeping together for months now, but we’ve never gone bare like this. We’ve talked about it, but nothing prepared me for how good it actually is.

Warm waves of pleasure ripple through me. It’s almost unbearable. “Fuck.”

She’s so beautiful. Inside and out. Literally. Figuratively. I’m lost in how good she feels, how good she looks beneath me. Fuck, I love her. I should tell her, but somewhere in the recesses of my more logical brain I know I shouldn’t tell her while we’re having sex.

She whispers my name, tightening around me, and damn.

“You’re gonna make me come.” I laugh, shivering as she scratches at my back.

Her lips part, and she smiles this sexy little smile. “Don’t hold back.”

I do, though. I ease up a little. I want this to last, but it’s hard when she keeps digging her heels into my ass like she wants me to slam into her.

“I mean it…don’t hold back,” she whispers, bucking her hips. “I’m so close, Luca…”

That’s it. I can’t resist. Flattening my body over hers, I rock my hips in sharp little circles, knowing what I need to do to push her over the edge. It’s so much more intense like this, with nothing between us. I thrust into her over and over until she gasps and cries out so loudly that I kiss her to quiet her.

She clenches rhythmically around me, pulling me along with her as shefalls.

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Mãe raises an eyebrow when we rejoin the family out in the yard. It’s only been an hour or so, and most of them are too drunk to notice, but that woman doesn’t miss a thing.

I would have been happy to stay in bed wrapped around Wren, but it would’ve been rude. Some of these people flew in from other states to celebrate my graduation. Still, it’s late, and before long, the aunts and uncles and cousins begin to peel off and head out for their hotels and Airbnbs, loaded down with tin-foiled plates of food and slices of Tia Sophia’s Brigadeiro cake.

My father, Nico and Phoebe stick around to help clean up. I’m saying goodbye to my father when Wren wanders outside. She’s got my hoodie on. It’s so big it nearly covers her dress.

“Ah, there she is. Goodbye, Wren. Hopefully this isn’t the last time we meet,” Pai says.

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