Page 100 of Let It Be Me

“You’re incredible, Lorenzo. You know that?”

“Yes,” he says, which makes me laugh. “And so are you.”

I snuggle closer to the warm mass of his body. “You make me believe it.”

“Because it’s true. You forget things too easily; that’s your only problem. You forgot who you are for a minute.”

“And who am I?”

“Ruby. And she can do anything,” he says softly.

I can’t resist kissing him, sealing those words to his lips so they might live inside him forever. “Yeah,” I say, giving him the smile I know he wants.As long as I have you.

THIRTY-NINE

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“Ruby.”

The voice that stirs me out of sleep is the softest, warmest thing I’ve ever experienced. At least until he brushes his perfect lips against my neck.

“Wake up, baby. I want you.”

Pressed against me, Lorenzo’s body is warm but smells like the night air, like he’s spent hours in the cool breeze that comes off the lake. The room is dark, but dawn must be approaching, because I can make out enough to remind me I’m in my old bedroom in my parents’ house. His hands wrap around my waist—the same hands that held me in his lap in the attic a few hours ago, the same ones that wrote those unforgettable words in his journal. He pulls me tight to him so his hardness is pressed to my ass. Instantly, I’m ready. His hands are slow as he eases my underwear down and drops kisses along my spine, but there’s nothing gentle about his touch. The certainty in his fingers of what he wants is so hot.

“Where did you come from?” I whisper in the dark.

“I’ve been awake all night, thinking about you.” His fingers dip between my thighs. “Thinking about all the nights I spent doing the exact same thing, wondering if you slept naked orif you’d snuck a guy into your bed. Pumping my cock and imagining being inside your perfect body. Wondering how it would feel to make you come.” He slides his tongue along the sensitive strip of skin behind my ear. “And then I remembered you’re mine. I don’t have to wonder anything anymore, because you belong to me.”

I exhale a moan, his words and the feel of his finger sliding inside me setting me off. “Wait,” I manage to say, making a halfhearted attempt to roll away from him.

He hooks his leg over mine. “I don’t want to.” He rolls his hips so his erection slides back and forth against my ass cheeks.Damn it.I swear his desperation is contagious.

“Just give me one minute.” I free myself and get out of bed. “I promise I’ll be right back.”

In the bathroom, I pee quickly, feeling like I just woke up from a vivid, feverish dream. I’m flushed and I feel shaky, desire mixing with the fact I’m still sleepy. I hurriedly brush my teeth, but Lorenzo pushes the door open before I can finish. He cocks his head and looks at me like he’s just caught me doing something bad. He’s clad only in dark boxer briefs, which sit low across his hips, waistband askew and revealing a tuft of dark hair.

In front of the sink, he spins me to face him and takes the toothbrush from my mouth. Good thing I don’t need to spit. “Stop it,” he says, taking my face in his hands.

“Stop what?”

He leans in to kiss me. “I want you exactly the way you are.” His fingers dig into my skin, and his kiss hurts just enough that electricity sparks inside me. He leans so far over me I have to brace my hands on the counter behind me.

“Here I am. Now what are you going to do?”

He hooks his arms under my legs and lifts me onto the counter. His hands push my knees apart, and immediately hedrops his eyes to my pussy. “Fuck you. Obviously.” He flashes a wicked look that I wish would last forever. “Fuck you right here in your bathroom exactly like I used to imagine.” He pushes his boxer briefs down to his thighs. He fists his rigid cock and pushes himself between my legs, barely probing my entrance. The hypnotized way he stares down at our bodies floods me with desire.

“You said you didn’t let yourself imagine us like this.”

Dark eyes meet mine as he licks the tips of two of his fingers. I follow his gaze and watch as he wets my exposed skin. “I lied.” He shifts his hips and slowly slides his cock up and down between the delicate folds of my skin.

My breath hitches as he hits my clit. “You lied to me, Lorenzo Rossi? I don’t believe you.”

“Yeah, okay.” He takes a deep, steadying breath each time his length slides against me. “When we were high schoolers, I didn’t let myself go there.”

“But?”

“But then you kissed me,” he says gruffly. “How the fuck was I gonna think of anything else after that?”

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