Page 59 of Never Your Girl

A whimper works its way up my throat as his fingers strum my sides before sliding past my waist until he’s able to palm my ass cheeks.

If I were smart, I’d put an end to this.

“I suppose we could cuddle at night,” I finally say.

“I’d be okay with that.”

“Just okay?”

He presses me closer before flexing his hips. “Maybe a little more than okay.”

The sensation reverberates throughout my entire being. It’s almost a shock when my muscles tighten, clamping around nothingness. My brain clicks off, and I can’t help but shift against him, chasing the delicious feeling.

His fingers dig into my flesh to keep me anchored in place.

“How close are you to coming?”

I’m almost ashamed to admit the way I’m tap dancing on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to shove me over the precipice.

“Close.” My eyelids feather shut.

“Eyes open, Holland. When you orgasm, I want you to see exactly who’s getting you off.”

Even though it feels like my eyelids weigh a thousand pounds, I force them open and hold his gaze. One long stroke upward is all it takes to make me shatter into a million pieces.

A muscle in his jaw tics as our gazes stay locked the entire time I moan out my orgasm. I masturbate regularly. The last thing I’m going to do is leave my pleasure in the hands of a man. If I’m horny or stressed, my trusty vibe always does the trick.

But this?

It’s not even in the same ballpark.

It’s so much bigger.

Brighter.

Like a burst of colorful fireworks that steals your breath away and holds it captive. He continues to grind against me the entire time until every last spasm has been wrung from my body.

I bury my face in his chest, feeling more exposed than I’m used to. What I’m most afraid of is that I’ll find a smirk lifting his lips, followed up by enough gloating to make me regret everything that just happened. Only two nights spent in his bed, and I’ve already folded like a cheap house of cards.

It’s demoralizing.

I thought I was better than this.

Stronger.

Turns out, I was wrong.

“Hey.” His fingers slip beneath my chin to lift it. “Look at me.”

I force myself to meet his gaze. Shock slides through me at the sincerity etched across every line of his face.

“Truce, right? Maybe we haven’t hammered out the finer points, but I think this was a good start, don’t you?”

I nibble my lip, surprised by how much I want to believe him. “Yeah.”

It’s only when his other hand squeezes the rounded curve of my ass that I realize it’s still there, gripping me possessively.

“We should probably get moving. I’ve got class in thirty. Not that I’ve been stalking your schedule, but you do too, right?”

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