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Emotions cross her face so fast, I can’t identify them.
“Thanks,” she whispers, then pulls off her shirt and shakes out of her bra before gently removing my hand and standing.
I wiggle my jeans off and collapse back on the couch in my boxer briefs, leaning my head back to watch her push her jeans all the way off. When she tries to climb back on my lap with her underwear on, I shake my head.
“No. Take those off.” My voice is husky and I reach in to rub my hand on my cock as she slides out of her underwear. “Hey. I’m clear, by the way. I got tested earlier this year and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Me too,” Raleigh says with a breathy voice. “And on the pill.”
She pauses before stepping forward, and I drink her in, smooth bare shoulders, the generous curve of her breasts leading to peaked nipples from my tongue, her chest flushed, her pussy glistening between thighs the perfect size to wrap around my waist. She’s made for me.
I don’t think I realized what my type was until this very second.
Then again, maybe I don’t have a type.
Maybe I just have a thing for Raleigh.
I sit up and reach for her bare hips, pulling her forward while kissing her belly, a hand moving back between her legs, my access now unencumbered. When I look up, she’s staring down at me with her mouth partially open, her chest heaving.
I stand without stopping my hand and pull her face to mine to kiss her again. She slides her hands up and down my chest, over the bumps of my ab muscles.
“Jesus, Atticus,” she pulls away and huffs a laugh. “You spend way too much time in the gym.”
“Are you complaining?” My thumb rubs her clit and she gasps and holds onto my arms.
“No. No complaining.”
I love the way her breath catches when I walk her backwards to my bed, only taking my hand from between her legs so I can cup her ass with two hands and wrap her legs around my waist.
She buries her hands in my curls and wiggles against me.
“Atticus,” she says under her breath and kisses me again. “I need more of you.”
I kiss her again. And again. And again until the world starts to spin gently and I lower her down, peeling her legs off me so I can step out of my boxer briefs.
I pause and admire her laid out and waiting for me, my heart bursting in my chest. This feeling—the anticipation of making love to her—is unlike any I’ve ever had before sex.
It’s different with her.
It’s different because it’s Raleigh.
“You know, I think I’m okay with being your rebound,” I murmur.
Raleigh throws her head back and laughs, and when she looks back at me, I lean in and nuzzle into her neck.
“I’m glad you think I’m funny,” I say before sucking gently. My cock presses against her abdomen.
“You are not my rebound,” Raleigh breathes.
“Mmm.” I lay a line of kisses down the valley of her neck to herright nipple. “I’m your rebound, and you’re my dating coach. It’s okay.”
She huffs another laugh, but then I arrange my cock between her legs and press my throbbing length against her center, pushing gently against her entrance. Raleigh gasps, the intake of air turning into a soft moan as she shifts down to increase the pressure.
I watch her expression morph as I reach down to drag my cock along her.
“God, Atticus, I love the feel of you against me.” Raleigh closes her eyes and throws her head back, exposing her gorgeous neck. “Just you.”
“Me too.” I push my cock until I’m halfway in, unable to contain my own moan. “I can still get a condom.” I’ve never prayed harder for anything than for her to say no.
