Page 18 of Beneath the Stars (Sugarlake 1)

I should ask what the hell she means about Lily, but the visual of someone getting anywhere near her panties pumps rage through my blood until I can’t think straight.

I jump up, stalking toward her. “Did you let that motherfucker touch you?”

“That’s none of your business.” Her voice is a whisper now, bravado singed away by the flames of my jealousy.

“Everything about you is my business, don’t you know that? Don’t you get it yet?”

“What is there for me to ‘get’, Chase?” She throws her hands up. “I can’t do this anymore. You don’t want me in the daytime, and I don’t wanna be your dirty little secret at night.”

Fear of losing her chokes me, even as I remind myself it’s what’s best. “I’m not the right kind of person for you, Goldi. Believe me, I try every day to become something better. Something more.” The thump of my fist smacking my chest makes her flinch. “Whether I want to be around you has nothing to do with it.”

“You only want to be around me when it’s beneficial for you.”

My eyebrows raise. “Do you think it’s easy for me to stay away from you?”

“Yes! I think it’s easy!” she explodes, bringing her hands up to push me. “I think it’s easy for you to climb in my window, as long as no one sees.”

She pushes me again. “I think it’s easy to drop my friendship and then pick it up when it suits you.”

She pushes a third time. “I think it’s easy for you to mess with any girl that has a pulse, and not care how it cuts me up inside.”

This time, I grab her hands before they hit, jerking her body until she’s flush against me. She whooshes out a breath.

I can taste it on my lips.

The thread holding my restraint frays and snaps.

My hand grasps the nape of her neck at the same time she surges up, our teeth clacking together as we fumb

le to get closer, to taste deeper. My tongue licks the saltiness of tears from her lips, and I swallow her moan.

She’s climbing my body. I hoist her up, legs wrapping around my waist, her ass fitting fucking perfectly in my hands. We move until I hit the edge of her bed and fall back, the hem of her dress bunching up as she straddles my thighs. Her hips rotate, grinding down. I groan, my eyes rolling at the friction.

Gripping her hips tightly, I help her find a rhythm.

Goddamn.

I’m not even inside her and I could come from how good she’s working me. My hand slides up her thigh and under her dress, teasing the edge of her cotton panties. She whimpers and shifts, and the tips of my fingers brush against her. She’s fucking soaked. My cock pulses, pre-cum dripping out and sliding down the length.

I glide my other hand along her spine, tangling it in her hair, wrapping the strands around my fist. She gasps as I pull her head back firmly, exposing her throat.

I rest my thumb against her fabric-covered clit. “Did he touch you here?”

“What?” She’s breathless, pushing her cunt into my hand, greedy as hell for what she knows I can give her.

“Did. He. Touch. You. Here?” I press down, teasing her.

She moans, and I trail a line of kisses up her throat, unable to keep my lips from her skin now that I’ve had a taste. My grip on her hair tightens. “Answer me.”

“No,” she breathes.

The relief is sharp.

Pulling her panties to the side, I drag my fingers through her wetness. My mouth waters as I imagine tasting it on my tongue.

Her hand circles my wrist, bringing my fingertips to her mouth, sucking. She groans at the taste.

Holy shit.

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