Page 40 of Awakened in September (Sleepless November Saga 4)

I thrust up into her as she screams, riding out her climax. The feeling of her orgasming with me inside her is phenomenal. In one fluid motion, I flip her back over and start pounding into her. Seeing her splayed out underneath me is everything I’ve been imagining for weeks, and I almost can’t handle it.

As her teeth sink into her already irritated bottom lip, I’m overcome with pleasure. I release inside of the condom, shaking as the best orgasm I’ve ever had rips through me. When I’m done, I bend down and kiss her softly.

I pull out and get up to dispose of the condom. When I get back to the bed, she’s already under the covers. I slip in next to her and turn off the light.

“You still awake?” I whisper.

“Mhm.” She answers, still catching her breath.

I’m slightly afraid to bring it up, scared she will shut me out again, but I grow a set and do it anyway. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” She says tiredly. “I just want to enjoy tonight.”

I open my mouth to respond, but she rolls over and lays her head on my chest. My arm goes around her and I hold her close. Suddenly, nothing else matters. She’s right – we should take advantage of tonight while we can. I fall asleep with a smile on my face and an unfamiliar feeling in my chest.

Chapter Thirteen

I watch with amusement as Kayleigh freaks out. Needless to say, when we woke up this morning and she realized what happened, she lost it. She threw her dress back on, backwards might I add, and proceeded to walk laps around my bedroom – ranting about how fucked up this is and that she’s a horrible friend. I try my best to mask my fond expression but I can’t help it with her. Last night was one of the best of my life, and I’ve never slept as comfortably as I did with her in my arms.

She finally relaxes a little and shudders from the cold air, chastising me for having the window open. I chuckle and go get one of my sweatshirts for her. As she pulls it over her head, I find myself needing to fight to look away. The hoodie hangs loosely on her body and seeing her in it makes me feel like she’s mine. I could get used to this.

When I allow myself to glance at her, she’s staring at my abs. The second she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, my breath hitches.

“Please stop doing that.” I request.

She shakes herself from whatever she was thinking. “Doing what?”

Ah, so she was checking me out. “Biting your lip. It does things to me.”

“Well, maybe you should put a shirt on.” She sasses.

Her expression is guarded, but her words tell me something totally different. I push myself off the wall and start to walk towards her, only breaking the eye contact to really take in how she looks in my clothes. Once I get close enough, I smirk.

“Why would I do that?”

She swallows harshly. “Because. You’re barely wearing anything and it’s inappropriate.” Her voice breaks at the end of it.

“No, baby.” I all but whisper. “You want to see inappropriate, I’ll show you inappropriate.”

I lean in, waiting for her to move, but she doesn’t. Her eyes start to flutter closed, but I stop – instead reaching to grab my phone from the desk next to her. Once it’s in my hand, I back away. It takes everything in me not to kiss her, but the next time we fuck, I want it to be because she came to me.

Opening my phone, I see a text from my girlfriend. The irony isn’t lost as I open it.

Bree: Morning babe. I’m getting dressed and

then Taylor is dropping me off there.

I notice the text was sent ten minutes ago, meaning she should be here any minute. It’s not that she isn’t already aware of my bed partner for the night, but judging by the way Kayleigh is freaking out – it would take all of five seconds before she blurts out that we slept together.

“Bree is on her way over.” I mention.

Her eyes widen and she nods, grabbing the bottom of my sweatshirt and starting to pull it over her head. “That’s my cue to leave.”

She places the hoodie on the back of the chair and picks up her things before heading to the door.

“What? No goodbye?” I pout. I mean, if she’s going to leave after last night, the least she could do is kiss me as a parting gift.

“Bye Holden.” She says with an attitude.

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