Page 25 of This Can't Be Goodbye

I grip her shoulders and pull her up. “I want that sweet pussy of yours contracting around me.” She’s not the only one who can sling dirty words.

Her grin is lecherous. “Then you better get to work.”

I don’t hesitate. I ditch my clothes, loving how her eyes darken and her lips part. When my shirt meets my jeans and briefs on the floor, she lets out a needy moan and traces the lines of my abs. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this body from me for years.”

Fingers fumbling in my rush, I undo the sash at her waist and find the zipper at her back. “I can’t believe I’m about to have my mouth on your tits.” I make quick work of her dress, letting it slip to the floor. When I look at her, I freeze. “Naomi.”

She’s suddenly bashful, her head tipped forward, her thick hair covering her face the way it used to in school. Old insecurities flaring back to life? The negative parts of our history making her uneasy? I trail the backs of my fingers down her cheek and neck, then farther—across the outer swells of her breasts, showcased in white lace. “You’re beautiful now, and you were beautiful in high school. You’ve always been beautiful to me.”

She steps forward, her liquid gaze holding mine. “Thank you,” she whispers.

We stand there, me buck naked, her in mouth-watering lingerie, our eyes locked as her fingers graze my ribs. I trail mine along the flare of her hips, enthralled by what’s happening and the feel of my jutting cock trapped against her stomach.

“Avett?”

“Yeah?” God, I sound as desperate as I feel.

“Bedroom,” is all she says.

Right. Bedroom. The casual sex that will casually be happening between us and will not be more than casual.

I hoist her into my arms and head for the stairs, trying not to trip as she trails wet kisses along my neck and jaw. There’s no controlling the gravelly sounds I make. Grunts and groans I’ve never uttered.

When I reach my bedroom, I crowd her on my bed, laying my body over all her silky skin. “You”—I kiss her jaw and ear—“torment me. Even now.” I kiss my way down her neck, pulling the cup of her bra lower, revealing a peek of what I need. “These breasts were made to undo me.”

I roll my tongue over one pert nipple, squeezing her full breasts, lost in the feel of her. It’s not enough. I move to unlatch her bra, but she stops me.

Her face sobers. “Are you sure you want to take it off? I know bras get you hot.”

I mock glare at her, and Naomi snorts. My grandmother catching me jacking off to a lingerie magazine will forever be the bane of my existence.

Growling, I unhook Naomi’s bra and fling it against the wall, getting my face in her cleavage, covering myself in this woman.

She arches her back and runs her hands through my hair. “So it’s not just the bras. You’re a breast man.”

I think I’m a Naomi man, but these aren’t words we’re allowed to utter.Casual sex, casually happening.I palm her hips and fit my fingers under the sides of her lace underwear, but I don’t drag them down. I want her consent. Her admission, verbally or physically, that she wants me as badly as I want her.

Lip trapped between her teeth, she lifts her hips.

My heart kicks against my ribs.

I peel the scrap of fabric from her body, but my hands betray me by trembling.Casual sex, casually happening.I trace the curve of her belly, can’t believe how soft she is, this hard woman who lives to goad me. My lips find her belly button, traveling down to the curls at the apex of her thighs. She gasps, and another growl escapes me.

I can barely handle how heavy my dick feels, thick and hot with wanting her, my first taste and smell of Naomi making me lightheaded.Musky woman and sex.I press the flat of my tongue against all that wet heat, flatten my hips into the mattress, grinding to get some relief while using my tongue to break her.

I want Naomi in pieces. Shattered because of me.

She writhes and grabs at my head. “Fuck, Avett. I can’t…I’m so close.”

I’mabout to lose my mind. I lick and suck and take her over the edge, getting off on her shouts as she trembles against my face.

She goes boneless and sighs. “I can’t believe you hid those skills from me all these years.”

Lifting to my knees, I wipe my mouth, loving the lingering smell of her, knowing it’s all over my trimmed beard. “I didn’t hide my body or my skills, Naomi. We didn’t hide from each other at all. I fought with you because I was constantly fighting my feelingsforyou.”

“I’m going away,” she whispers, her eyes turning glassy.

“I know.” The truth of sex with Naomi is slowly sinking in. As casual as I want this to be, it feels like we’re on the cusp of more. The last place we should be. I need to rein us in. Keep things light. Grinning, I say, “This is my going away present to you.”

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