Page 122 of Your Place or Mine

Her fingers slipped under my shirt and dragged slowly across my stomach, sending a bolt of heat straight through me. When they reached my chest, she paused, fingers splayed across my skin like she was trying to read the language of my scars and muscles.

And I let her.

I’d never let anyone look at me like that. Like I was something she wanted,just like this.Not fixed. Not polished.

Just… me.

Her eyes never left mine, and I shivered beneath her touch.

Every part of me was screaming to strip her bare and feel her against me. To sink into her and forget the last few years ever happened. But there was another part—quieter, more afraid—that kept whispering this might be the night that undid me.

Because if I gave her everything, and she walked away?

There wouldn’t be anything left.

Lydia leaned in, her nose brushing mine, and that fear slipped away as her hips rolled against mine, slow and deliberate.

She was right there with me. Wild and soft, gentle and fierce. Her hands slid under my shirt, and she started tugging it up. I helped her peel it off. She tossed it aside like it was just another barrier we didn’t need anymore.

Then her mouth was back on mine, and it wasn’t rushed.

It wasintentional.

She kissed me like she wanted to memorize every inch of my lips, and when she pulled away, it was just to nip my bottom lip before lowering her mouth to my chest.

She pressed soft, open kisses there, dragging her lips across skin like it was new to her. My eyes fluttered shut for a second until I felt the brush of her hair against my stomach, and when I opened them again, I nearly lost it.

She was on her knees in front of me, her hands skimming the waistband of my jeans, her eyes flicking up to mine like sheknewexactly what she was doing to me.

I hissed through my teeth as she undid the button.

Every muscle in my body went taut, every inch of me focused on the way her hands moved, the anticipation turning to fire under my skin.

But I wasn’t about to let her take the lead for long.

I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her back up onto my lap, kissing her hard as I reached for the hem of her shirt. She arched into me, letting me strip it off, and I made quick work of her bra with one hand while the other curled around her back.

Her bare skin against mine?

Damn near devastating.

Her nipples were tight against my chest, and I growled into her mouth as she reached into my boxers and wrapped her hand around me.

A sound tore out of me, raw and broken, while I cupped one of her breasts, letting my thumb sweep across her, savoring every inch like I had all night to worship her.

She moved against me, breath catching, and I didn’t even realize how far gone I was until her other hand slid into my hair and tugged hard enough to make me see stars.

I slid my hand down the front of her pants, under the soft fabric of her panties, and found her already soaked and warm for me.

She gasped, hips bucking as I slipped my fingers inside her and circled her with my thumb, slowly at first, then exactly how I knew she liked it.

Her whole body tensed against me, and I felt her hand around me tighten in rhythm.

We were teetering on the edge, both of us breathing hard, and when her voice broke against my shoulder, high and wrecked, it pushed me right over with her.

We came undone like that.

Not even fully naked.

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