Page 91 of The Fallacy of True Love
Without saying a word, she started walking up the stairs. Halfway to the doors, she glanced back. “You coming?”
I would…but only after she did.
I followed her in silence, taking in just enough of our surroundings to reassure myself she would be safe here. When we got to her room and I locked the door behind me, all I could look at was Maya.
She wanted me. This beautiful girl who challenged and amazed me like no other—she wanted me.
She whipped off her top and all thoughts fled my mind.
“Damn it, Maya,” I said as I fought to keep my eyes on her face. “I wanted to do that.”
“You were taking too long.” She reached for the front clasp of her bra, and I moved forward, stilling her hands.
“Let me.”
She dropped her arms. Lifted her chin. “You can look at my body, you know.”
“I know. I can’t wait to look at all of you. But I want you to know that I’m not just in this for the sex. I’m in this for you, Maya.”
Cam
My heartbeat thundered in my ears. I nearly shook with the anticipation and arousal that had been building up since we were at the coffee shop. Alonzo’s words, coupled with the earnestness in his eyes, added another sensation in my chest—something I wasn’t ready to examine.
I opened my mouth, but no reply came out. No wisecracks.
Alonzo remained still, his head bent over mine. He studied my face like I was a textbook he needed to memorize.
I was used to sex.
I wasn’t used to this slow lead-up…and definitely not to the invisible magnet that seemed to tug at me with his closeness.
“It’s just sex, Manila,” I said, hating how my voice sounded rusty. Unsure. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
His jaw tightened. Finally, finally, he lifted his hand, placing it on the side of my neck. It was gentle yet firm, and despite the lack of pressure, he seemed to pin me in place. I kept my expression impassive, but with his hand on me, there was no hiding the thrumming of my pulse, the heat of my skin.
And still he made no move.
A choking sound escaped my throat.
His thumb caressed my skin just then, right under my ear, and I swear my core clenched.
He bent closer, halting a breath away from me. “It’s a big deal to me, Maya. I’m not rushing it. I’m going to savor every last second of this.”
Before he could get the last word out, I was pulling his head to mine and kissing him with every ounce of pent-up lust within me. Forget pretending that I was unaffected—I let him feel my frustration in the pressure of my lips against his, let him taste my desire in the sweep of my tongue in his mouth.
He met my fire with his, stoking the flames higher with his fingers grasping my hair and his other hand palming my ass and grinding me on his erection. Kissing him like my life depended on it, I blindly yanked his shirt up and roamed my hand over the abs I’d tried not to notice at the beach. They felt just as sculpted as they looked. I wanted to trace them with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he gasped as my fingers dipped beneath his waistband. “Wait.”
“Savor me later. I need to come now.” I proved my point by unbuttoning his jeans.
His groan sounded like pure torture. “If that’s what you want,” he muttered right before hoisting me up and dropping me onto the mattress. Then he knelt on the floor, swept his hands up my legs, and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
Goosebumps broke across my skin as his hands moved higher, slipping beneath the hem of my shorts until his thumbs brushed against my panties. “You’re wet, babe. Have you been like this the entire time?” He traced one thumb up my seam through the cotton and stopped at my clit.
My back bowed at the first press of his thumb. He pressed harder, rubbing circles around my clit and?—
“Ohh,” I cried out as I came. His finger slipped under my panties and thrust into me, setting off a fresh wave of pleasure.
