Page 62 of You Were Never Not Mine

“Yes,” I chirp, the lie coming easy.

“Even with Elise in the room with you?”

“We’re both girls, you know. You’ve seen one set of tits you’ve seen them all.” I smile sweetly at him, reaching for the hair tie on top of the mini fridge before I lift my arms and twist my hair into a sloppy bun. Making sure to arch my chest out so he can’t miss my nakedness. “It’s no big deal.”

“Don’t tell me you have naked slumber parties in here with her.”

“In your dreams.” I giggle, sounding like an idiot. He seems to be enjoying this so I keep it up, though I decide to be truthful. “Fine. I don’t normally sleep topless.”

“Now who’s the liar.” He arches an eyebrow, looking like a sexy motherfucker and ugh. This man.

“I was just kidding.”

“Uh huh.” He approaches my bed, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he examines it. “God, that’s a small fucking bed.”

“Don’t think you can fit, huh?” He definitely can’t fit. He’s over six feet tall and broad-shouldered. His feet will definitely dangle off the edge of the mattress.

His heated gaze lifts to mine. “Are you inviting me into your bed, Sin?”

I can’t say anything for a moment, overwhelmed by the desire in his gaze and the challenge in his deep voice. I get lost in his symmetrical features for a moment. His high cheekbones and the angular jaw. The square chin and soft, delicious lips.

He’s too handsome for his own good.

I should be yelling at him to leave. I should’ve run from him weeks ago and stayed holed up in my dorm room. But it’s notlike I sought him out on purpose. We just…kept running into each other. To the point that it almost feels like fate.

No. That’s reaching. I’ve never been one to believe in that sort of thing and I definitely don’t believe in it when it comes to him.

I realize he’s still waiting for a response and I glance around the bed, preparing myself for his rejection before I speak.

“Well, if you can’t fit in my bed with me, I guess it won’t work.” I purse my lips into what I hope is a sexy pout, wondering who am I and what have I become since I’ve started this—whatever you want to call it with August.

“I can make this work.” He tears the hoodie off. Then the T-shirt. Gets rid of his sweats too until he’s completely naked, his erect cock pointing straight at me. My entire body floods with heat and I gasp when without any warning, he whips the covers back and climbs into bed with me.

I squeal when he grabs hold of my waist and lifts me as if I don’t weigh a thing, readjusting me until I’m sprawled out on top of him, my legs draped around his hips, my pussy pressed against his stomach. I lift my head, our gazes snagging and he reaches toward me, brushing the hair out of my face, his fingers tracing my skin so lightly I could almost believe it wasn’t happening at all.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“What do you think?” He grins and my breath catches at the sight of it. The man is too beautiful for words. If I keep staring at him, I’m worried I might faint. “We’re having a naked slumber party.”

“I still have shorts on,” I remind him.

“We’ll need to take care of that.” His assured fingers dive under the covers, landing on the waistband of my boxer shorts before sliding beneath them. He caresses my ass, a single finger tracing my crack and I know my shorts are now completely soaked thanks to him. “Is Elise coming back any time soon?”

“I hope not,” I whisper, dying to know what he might do to me next.

“How did we end up in this bed together again?” He appears momentarily confused. Completely adorable.

Wait a minute. August Lancaster, adorable? Impossible.

“Maybe we could just snuggle,” I suggest as he slides his hands into my shorts and cups my ass cheeks.

“Naked snuggling?” He dips his head, pressing his face against my neck and breathing deep. “You smell like fucking sex.”

“We haven’t even done it yet,” I whisper, my eyes falling shut when he starts kissing my neck. Soft, barely-there kisses that have my entire body tingling with anticipation.

“Just because we haven’t doneitdoesn’t mean we haven’t had sex. How would you describe what we’ve been doing?” He’s still cupping my ass cheeks, kneading and stroking them, and I can barely think with the way he’s touching me.

“Hooking up?” I rest my hands on his shoulders, then slide them up his neck, shoving my fingers into his silky soft hair.

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