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Yeah,he is.
Icup his balls and reach one finger back to stroke just behind them and he jerks,coming down my throat. I can’t help the grin on my face when I feel his legsweaken and he grasps the counter, breathing hard.
Iplant a few kisses on his chest as I stand up. “Now, what’s for dinner?” Itease.
“You,”he growls, yanking me off my feet.
Hehas me stripped down to nothing by the time we reach my bedroom. “Turn off thelight,” I order and he just laughs, shaking his head.
Hestands at the foot of the bed and grabs my ankles, pulling my legs over theedge of the bed and parting my knees. He stares down at me until my face heats.“There’s that innocent blush,” he murmurs. “Get used to it, Leah. I’m going tobe looking at you like this every day.”
Hiseyes never leave mine while he reaches down and drags a finger through myfolds. “So wet. Did sucking me turn you on?”
“Yes,”I moan, responding to his question and the sensation of his thick fingerdipping inside of me. He finds my spot and grins with satisfaction when my hipsjerk off the bed.
I’malready on the edge. “Oh, you’re not there already, are you?” he teases, addinganother finger and rubbing quicker.
It’sembarrassing how fast this man can make me come. Just looking at him, standingover me with a sheen of sweat covering his muscular chest is enough to do it. “Feelsso good, doesn’t it?” His deep voice is not helping me resist the sensationsstealing my sanity. “Fight all you want, sweetheart. You’re still going to comeall over my hand.”
Hiswords send me over the top, and I grip his leg as I shudder and shake throughan intense orgasm. When I recover, he’s staring down at me, his gaze scorchingmy skin. His cock bobs between his legs, hard and ready. Wow. He bounces backfast.
Leaningover me, he presses his forehead to mine, and we stay that way for a moment,breathing each other’s air. “I love you,” he murmurs.
“Ilove you, too.”
Afterslipping on a condom, he crawls up my body and proceeds to kiss every inch ofme until my skin is singing. My hands roam his back, tracing every lusciousline and crevice.
Histongue parts my lips, and I groan into his mouth as he slides completely insideof me. His kiss matches the pace of his long, slow strokes that are slowlydriving me out of my mind. My hands find their way to his ass and I pull himagainst me, trying to get him to go harder. His eyes are warm when they gazeinto mine.
“Slow,”he murmurs. “I just want to feel you.”
Theintense emotion showing on his face overwhelms me. He’s making love to me, andI realize in that moment that anything I ever felt for a man was nothingcompared to this.
Thisis love.
* * * *
It’skind of adorable to watch Tucker squirm at the thought of telling Derek we’retogether. It’d be cuter if I knew our announcement wasn’t going to end in afistfight, though. I’ve done all I can and convinced Tucker it’d be best totell him when the other guys are around. Plus Ayda, since she’s the one who canreel him back in once he’s pissed.
Landonand Zoe have had an in ground pool installed in their backyard so they’veplanned a little pool party to celebrate. It’ll be the first time everyone istogether since Frannie’s death. I think he’s trying to help Zoe by surroundingher with her friends.
Theguys teased Landon, asking him if his hazmat suit was waterproof, when heannounced they were adding a pool. It is kind of funny, but he just flippedthem off and announced a nighttime pool party.
It’sthe perfect opportunity to tell Derek. He knows I stayed with Tucker the weekafter Frannie’s death, but not that we’ve been seeing one another again.
It’sbarely dark when we arrive at Landon and Zoe’s place, but Justus and Sadie arealready there. Ethan, Zoe’s brother, and his boyfriend, Colin, are splashingaround in the pool with two more boys I don’t recognize. Ethan has been atcollege this year, so I’m sure Zoe is happy to have him home for the summer.
“Hey,Zoe. How are you?” I ask, hugging her.
Tearsinstantly fill her eyes and she forces a smile. “I’m getting by.”
It’sonly been two weeks since Frannie’s death and Zoe was her best friend. “It’llget easier,” I murmur.
“Iknow.” She wipes her eyes. “Let’s not talk about it tonight. Let’s get drunkand have some fun.”
“Hell,yeah!” one of the boys calls from the pool.
Zoelaughs and hands around bottles of beer. “Forget it, Zach. You’re eighteen.”
