Page 152 of Forever Then

Sweeping up from the chair, her feet hit the ground as we become a frenzy of tossed clothes and locked lips. She rids me of my shirt and moves to the waistband of my jeans. Our mouths recklessly seek, tongues clash, as we shuffle toward the bedroom. I push her shorts down her legs and she kicks them off the rest of the way. I do the same with my jeans and shoes before wrapping an arm around her waist and launching us to the middle of the bed together. Her opened suitcase crashes to the floor with athunkbehind us.

I settle between her legs, every place where her bare skin meets mine like a million tiny lightning strikes startling all my nerve endings awake. Her breast spills out as I pull the lace cup down and take her into my mouth. She moans, head falling back as I do the same on the other side.

Her whimpers, her gasps, her cries—I need more of them.

I snap her bra strap against her shoulder. “Off.”

Lifting herself up, she reaches behind her back, works the clasp and throws the bra aside with the confidence of someone that’s done this a thousand times before.

Except, she hasn’t.

Propped on my knees, tucked between her open thighs, I take Gretchen in as she leans back on her palms, topless and unashamed. Damn if she isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. “You are so beautiful.” Eyes prowling over her once more, I ask, “Are you nervous?”

There’s no attempt to hide her body, no hesitation as she drags ahand down my bare chest, tucking one finger inside the waistband of my boxers. “I’m not nervous about you.”

I press forward until she’s flat on her back again. This time, when my hips find their home between her legs, I rock forward as our lips meet. One hand restraining hers firmly above her head, I run the other over the rest of her—kneading her breast, grabbing the back of her knee to draw her leg higher, every inch of her skin soft as silk beneath my fingers.

“God, you’re perfect,” I say, grabbing the underwear at her hips as my need to be inside of her grows by the second

“I got tested at my physical last month and I’m good.”

Flustered, she says, “Oh, um…I’ve never been with?—”

“I know,” I cut her off, hand soft on her cheek. “Birth control?”

She shakes her head and I roll across the mattress toward the nightstand. On my feet next to the bed, I yank her by the legs to the edge and she squeals, beaming a smile that’s pure illumination. I’m going to spend the rest of my goddamn life making her smile like that.

I peel her panties off and shuck them aside as she sits up and tugs me by the waist to stand between her legs. She takes me in her hand, running hungry kisses across my stomach as I rip the condom wrapper with my teeth.

She pushes my boxers down and my breaths come in shallow pants as her lips drift lower, closer. “Gretch, if you put your mouth on me, I’m not going to last.”

Adorable eyes laced with arrogance look up at me before I nudge her to scoot back. I quickly roll the condom on, position myself against the headboard, and pull her to straddle me so she can set the pace.

I slide my finger through her center and her palm slaps against the headboard, a shallow burst of breath escaping her mouth on a whimper.

“Mmm, you’re ready, aren’t you?” I rasp.

I shift her hips and my lower half until we’re in position. The faintest touch of my length teasing her entrance has her gasping outintoxicating sounds of pleasure—every tether of my restraint wholly focused on not thrusting to the hilt in one fell swoop.

With my hands branding her hips, she lowers herself on to me. My head falls back, jaw shut tight as I force my breaths to steady. She winces before drawing back. “Sshhh. It’s okay. Take your time, baby.”

Air stalls in her lungs as she does it again. Inch by heavenly inch, her tight heat clamps around me. She lowers, pauses, then lifts a millimeter before lowering again, each time finding a bit more as I inch deeper inside her. We groan in unison as we settle into that deep-seated position when I push another inch upwards.

“Oh my God,” she breathes. My hands run up her back, one tangling in her hair while the other grips her shoulder. Her knees on the comforter spread wider, hips sinking lower as I pull her shoulders down to find even more.

She moans into my mouth and I covet every sound. Starved, I worship her breasts as she rocks her hips, grinding against me. I hiss. “Fu—you feel so good, Gretch. I love you so goddamn much.”

We find a rhythm that makes my head spin, that tightening in my spine already building. I glance down to where our bodies are joined together, me buried so deep I can’t tell where either of us begins.

I throw my head back, eyes blinking at the ceiling, and force out a controlled breath.

She halts her movements, concern splitting her features. “Is something wrong?”

“God, no! I’m just trying to keep this from ending before it even starts.”

“Oh.” She nervously adjusts her glasses on her nose.

I cup her jaw, bringing our foreheads together. “I need a minute.” Her hips shift and I groan. “That feels so good, but please don’t do it again.”

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