Page 43 of Next to You

“Spencer.” She sighed. “I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m one more kiss away from losing my mind. One more touch, and I’ll end up begging you not to stop. Maybe we should go to bed. I mean to sleep.” Her eyes were glassy with lust, desperate for more. She needed me.

“Let me make you come. Just you.” I pulled the zipper of my stolen hoodie down a few inches, the fabric bunching around my hand as I gripped it, biting back a groan when I realized she wore nothing beneath it. “Can I touch you?”

“I can’t let you.” With a tremulous exhale, she leaned back and held onto my arms, shaking her head no. “That wouldn’t be fair to you. Not when we can’t finish?—”

“Forget about fair.” I all but growled. “Remember our dinner conversation, sweetheart? This is what I want. I need it.”

“Are you sure?” Her voice trembled with excitement while every fiber of my being vibrated with anticipation.

"Areyousure? Better stop me now if you don’t want it before I can’t stop myself.”

I drew a finger down her chest, between her breasts, stopping on the zipper, waiting for her answer, silently pleading that she’d let me go just a little bit farther than we’d expected.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she hissed. “Don’t stop. I want you so much.”

Her gaze never left me as she took my hand and guided it down, down, down, lowering the zipper until the hoodie was open. Then, slowly, she slipped out of it and let it fall behind her on the floor.

Reclaiming her lips, I crushed her against my chest. “Listen to me,” I panted against her mouth. “You have to know this is real. Me and you, Lucy. We are real in this place and every place we go. Right here, right now, and for as long as you want me. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” Heartbreaking vulnerability filled her voice. “But what if I never stop wanting you?” She breathed into the air between us.

I drew my head back. I had to see her eyes. “Then you’ll have me forever.”

Her sweet smile started in her pretty brown eyes before unfurling across the rest of her face. Her cute dimple deepened, the cupid’s bow I’d become addicted to kissing grew less pronounced as it disappeared in the radiance of her smile, and the flush over her cheeks made me want to see what else I could say to make her blush.

“God, just fucking look at you.” I traced a circle around the tip of one of her nipples. Smiling when she arched into my hand in a silent request for more. “You’re gorgeous, Lucy, with your sweet, blushing face and these pretty pink nipples. You’re like a sunset, a rose. It almost hurts to look at you. You’re so beautiful.”

“Spencer…” Her eyes glazed over with pleasure before drifting shut.

I leaned forward and drew the hard little tip of her nipple into my mouth with a soft, sucking kiss, smiling against her skin at her soft gasp and gripping her waist to keep her steady as she arched backward.

She leaned forward, hands finding my waist, tugging at my shirt. “Take this off. I want to feel you, too.”

Reaching behind my neck, I tugged and yanked the shirt over my head, then blindly tossed it aside.

We lost ourselves in each other again, skin against skin, her breasts flattening against my chest as we kissed each other senseless.

“I’ve dreamed of this.” I broke away from her mouth long enough to whisper. “So many times.”

“This is better than a dream.” She was stunning—puffy lips, heaving chest, hair a mess from my hands…

She ground herself against me, riding the hard ridge of my cock through our clothes until we were both crazed, and I was thrusting up into all that soft warmth between her thighs as she pushed herself down hard against me.

“These leggings need to go.” I breathed into her ear, my teeth lightly nipping her lobe. “I need more of your skin.”

We couldn’t go all the way, but we could go farther than this.

She scrambled off my lap and shoved them down her legs, kicking them to the side to leave her standing in front of me in a pair of white cotton bikini briefs.

How she made something so simple be the sexiest thing I’d seen in my life, I’d never know.

“These are new,” she explained. I’ll have to replace a huge Costco pack of undies in that dresser.” A chuckle escaped my lips as she twisted her toe on the floor, her face turning from a light blush to crimson. She was so fucking cute. “Um, you too. Pants off, Spencer.”

Lifting my ass from the chair, I slid out of my pajama pants, thankful I’d put on a pair of boxer briefs.

I laughed darkly. “Get back over here.”

I reached for her, feeling the smooth skin of her legs as I slid my hands up and gripped the sides of her panties, using the fabric to pull her close and then back onto my lap.

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