Page 10 of A Slice of Love

My pace is fast and frazzled. It’s unskilled and desperate.

Because this weekend? It’sallwe have until college.

Sure, I’ll see him at school every day, but despite us sitting next to each other, miles are separating us there, never mind the entire summer we’ll be apart.

College is months away.

I can’t wait months.

I’ve touched Jonas. Tasted him. I can’t just letthisbe it until then.

Ihaveto have more.

Right now.

Refusing to think about it, I move.

He follows.

We’ve swapped positions, and when I reach out and give him a gentle shove, he falls to the couch.

This time it’s me who follows.

Placing a hand on his broad shoulder, I swing a leg over his lap and settle myself until I’m straddling him.

Jonas doesn’t hesitate to touch me this time.

His hands go right for my hips again, like he can’tnothold on to me.

“What are you doing, Frank?”

“Going at my own pace.”

He stares into my eyes, looking for any sign of uncertainty.

He’s not going to find it.

Thisis what I want.

Him.Allof him.

When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, he concedes. His fingers begin to move against me, digging into the curves of my hips. His thumb sweeps against my bare skin, and I love how rough it feels. I love more that I know it’s from him working in his dad’s auto shop because that’s the kind of guy Jonas is—the kind to help his family out whenever he can.

His fingers slip higher under my shirt and I know he hears the way my breathing starts to pick up. It’s suddenly hot in here, so darn hot, and I’m burning up.

I shrug my cardigan off without thought, and not until Jonas gasps do I understand why what I’ve done is such a big deal.

Grinning up at him, I say, “They’re just shoulders, Jonas.”

“But I’ve never seen them before.” He reaches out, tracing a finger over the skin that’s exposed.

I felt daring when I dressed for today and put on something I hardly ever wear—a spaghetti-strapped shirt.

“This feels very reminiscent of the old days when women weren’t allowed to show their ankles for fear of turning a man on.”

He bites his bottom lip, tipping his head back with a groan. “God, I bet your ankles are so fucking sexy.”

“I like it when you do that.”

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