Page 105 of Study Buddies

“Do you think we could… I mean, just once before we go to sleep… could you maybe give me a kiss goodnight?”

I couldn’t look directly at his face. Maybe I was embarrassed by asking so boldly, or afraid of rejection. But I wanted to kiss him again. Last night at the library, he’d been the first man of the three of them to kiss me, and it felt good, but I’d been nervous during the first round. I hadn’t really gotten to properly enjoy it.

Then later, I felt guilty when I did enjoy kissing Jayden and Kyle so much. This would be like getting a second chance withLucas. Hopefully it wouldn’t end with either of us getting upset and storming off.

Lucas twisted toward me, and he brought his other hand over and put his finger under my chin, tilting my head up. My eyes closed as he leaned in, and then I felt his warm breath—minty from the toothpaste—flowing over me. His lips brushed past mine once, and then twice, just barely touching. And then he moved in.

He kissed me slowly, taking his time as his lips moved over mine. The steady pressure of his mouth sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. His kiss was both gentle and insistent, and it was different from anything I’d experienced before. There was no rush, no frantic grabbing. Instead, Lucas moved deliberately, savoring the moment as though we had all the time in the world.

I’d asked for a goodnight kiss—a simple thing, but he was giving me what I’dreallywanted.

I relaxed into his arms, sinking deeper against him, my hands raking across his warm skin, pulling him closer. God, the muscles of his back felt every bit as defined as the ones on his chest and abs. How had I never known he had such a great body?

Every brush of his lips made me more aware of just how strong he was, how solid he felt. Arousal steadily built up inside me. I loved feeling his bare skin and wished the fabric of the t-shirt weren’t between us. I wasn’t ready for that yet, but it was still a tempting thought.

He was doing amazing things with his tongue, and I clenched my thighs together at the thought of what it might feel like to have his head between my legs—not that I’d ever experienced that before. But that thought intensified the throbbing ache between them, and I pointed my toe and slid it up his calf, teasing softly.

He responded by deepening the kiss, claiming my mouth in a way that almost claimed my soul as well. I moaned and then, without really considering the wisdom of it, I threw my leg over his, bringing our bodies even closer together.

That’s when I felt how hard he was, his erection straining against his boxers and pressing into me. I rolled my hips, pushing mine closer to his.

He paused for a moment, just long enough for both of us to catch our breath. It was too dark to see his green eyes, so I closed mine when he leaned in again. His mouth met mine with another gentle sweep, and I couldn’t help thinking he was so good at this it almost wasn’t fair. He kept throwing me for a loop. Last year, he was Lucas, my sweet, smart, and slightly nerdy friend. This year, he was a guy who was often angry—at least after Kyle had moved in. And now he was the man who knew how to rock my world when he kissed me.

How was I supposed to reconcile all that? I couldn’t… so I pressed my hips up against his, clinging to him, savoring the way he tasted on my lips.

Just when I thought we’d continue forever in this blissful embrace, he shifted his weight. Without breaking contact, he rolled me onto my back so that he was leaning over me—and his knee pushed between my legs. Oh god. The heated skin of his muscled thigh pressed right to my center, with only the flimsy panties in between. I clutched at his back and his hair as the kiss grew more intense. My blood sped up—and pooled in my core.

I moaned, and he pushed his thigh more firmly between my legs. Without conscious thought, I ground into him, whimpering and holding him tight.

Then his hand landed on my hip, squeezing gently—then sliding under the t-shirt. A delicious chill ran along my spine, and everywhere he touched, my skin sizzled. All the while, henever stopped devouring my mouth. I’d never had a kiss last this long in my life, and I’d never have thought I’d want one to.

But now I knew better.

His hand slid up my side, under the shirt, and then his fingers wrapped around my ribcage—right below my breast. I froze. His mouth stilled on mine, as if waiting for my reaction. After a long moment, I ran my fingers through his short hair, pulling him closer. My back arched, and his hand rose higher, his thumb gliding to my nipple.

Oh god. He was good at that, too. He rolled my already hard nipple with the pad of his thumb, the pressure perfect. My breathing sped up, and I had to break away for air. Without missing a beat, his talented lips moved along my jawline and then to my throat.

It felt so damn fantastic—like he was touching me everywhere. It really felt that way. The tantalizing weight of him leaning over me. His hand on my breast, my nipple caught between his thumb and forefinger. His thigh between mine… I squeezed my legs around his, and the pressure against my clit increased.

My hips rolled, grinding against him as he nibbled my throat. Then he kissed lower, along the heated skin of my chest. His finger tugged at the neckline of the t-shirt, and my breath caught in my throat. Then my back arched upward, pressing my chest into his touch.

Lucas pulled the neckline down, but even though it was his shirt and big on me, it didn’t stretch as far as either of us wanted it to. He pushed himself up to a kneeling position, his knee still trapped between my legs. His fingers settled on the bottom hem of the t-shirt.

When he hesitated, I did it myself, the soft cotton gliding over my breasts as I slid it up. He made a strangled sound in theback of his throat, and then he was on all fours, hovering over me, his mouth zeroing in on my nipple.

Oh my god… those same lips that knew how to kiss better than anyone I’d ever met knew what to do to my breast, too. He drew my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling as he sucked on it with a sensuous pressure that seemed to travel down my body straight to my clit.

He caught my other nipple in his fingers again, and my groans filled the room as I ground against his hard thigh. Suddenly, the tension that had built up inside me boiled over.

My eyes flew open in shock as I cried out. My thighs clamped even harder around his, my whole body thrashing from an orgasm I hadn’t seen coming. Breathy cries escaped my dry throat as I clutched at any part of him I could reach. Then the waves of pleasure robbed me of my voice, and my back arched, my mouth open in a silent scream.

It was endless. It was too much. It was so damn good. And then I was gasping for air, my body still shaking, my brain struggling to catch up.

Lucas let my nipple slide out of his mouth with one final sweep of his tongue. “Breathe, Tori.” His hand rubbed along my side, soothing me like I was a spooked horse. “Just breathe.”

My voice returned. “Oh my god. I didn’t expect—oh my god.” An aftershock hit, and I whimpered as it reverberated through me.

“You’re okay,” he said softly. He stroked my hair, smoothing it away from my face. I finally managed to unclench the muscles in my legs, letting his go, and he moved back to his position at my side. “Everything’s good.”

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