Page 50 of All Your Tomorrows

“You know what I’m doing.”

“Are you sure?”

I looked him straight in the eyes. “You could disappear tomorrow and we’d never have this chance.”

His head tipped to the side, his eyes questioning my response.

My fingers struggled with the button of his jeans. “Do these even come off?” I’d never seen him in anything except his black hoodie and jeans.

“Let’s find out,” he said, the rasp in his voice causing my fingers to tremble as the button slipped through the slot.

I released a deep breath before pushing his jeans down his legs.

“I guess they do,” he said as he shucked his sneakers and shoved his jeans down the rest of the way, leaving him in a pair of boxers. “What next?” he asked.

I reached for the hem of his hoodie and tugged it up and over his head.Dammit. He had a white T-shirt beneath it.

“Do you want to see what’s underneath?” he asked with a devious glint in his eyes.

I said nothing, just tugged the T-shirt up and over his head. “Seriously?” I grumbled as I took in the view.

He laughed. “Better than you expected?”

I lifted my hands to his chest. His skin felt unexpectedly smooth beneath my palms. My fingertips drifted over his muscular shoulders, down the perfect indentation between his pecs, over his chiseled abs then back up again.

“This is all very one-sided,” he observed since I was still fully clothed.

I lifted my arms above me, giving him the go-ahead. He grasped the hem of my sweater and peeled it over my head leaving me in my pink bra. His gaze drifted down and his fingertips grazed my hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

I didn’t wait for him. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down, kicking them off until I stood in only my matching pink thong and bra.

His eyes drifted down again, this time hunger flashed in them. He grabbed my ass and lifted me off my feet. I yelped as I wrapped my legs around his hips and hung onto his shoulders. He lowered me to the bed, covering me with his body. Our bodies pressed together ignited a fire beneath my skin. His lips crashed down on mine as his erection, much more prominent through the thin material of his boxers, pressed between my thighs. The vigor of his kiss told me we’d moved past just making out. His hand slipped down my side, his fingertips creating a trail of heat. He played with the scrap of material holding my thong to my hip before slipping his fingertips beneath it. I sucked in a sharp breath.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” he said against my lips.

“I know,” I said.

With featherlight precision, his fingers slipped along the back of my thong and down between the crack of my ass. I held my breath, uncertain of his next move. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, moving his finger lower and over the material between my legs.

I released my breath. I’d never been this turned on by another human being in my entire life. I shook off the notion. He wasn’t human. Not really anyway. But the second his fingers drifted under the material between my legs, he felt more human than anyone I’d ever met before. His fingertips glided over my wet folds, back and forth. Each time he grazed my clit, small tremors erupted. My eyes squeezed shut as the back of my head pushed into the pillow. My breathing became labored; my sighs heavy.

“Did he ever do this to you?” he whispered against my lips.

“Yes.”

“Did he ever use his mouth?”

“No,” I breathed, knowing he was now realizing how PG-13 my relationship with Rick had really been.

“Did you want him to?” he asked.

“No.”

“Do you wantmeto?” he asked his fingers plunging inside me.

“God,” I groaned as my back arched off the bed. “Yes.”

A devious chuckle escaped him. “Tonight?”

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