Page 16 of Until We Meet Again

When I finally reach Jen's car, I open the passenger door and slide into the front seat, sighing with happiness. Tilting my head back, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to come down from my Zane high. When I open my eyes, I turn to face Jen and find her staring back at me with a smile. She clutches the wheel, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she waits for me to give her the rundown of my night.

"From the look on your face, it's clear we have a lot to talk about." She giggles excitedly as she pulls out of the parking spot. "Tell me everything."

"I don't even know where to start."

It was exciting, exhilarating, intense, and intimate—all of the above, possibly with more E and I words.

"Did something happen?" As she asks the question, her mouth hangs open, and I know the expression on my face will have already given away the answer she's looking for. "What happened to your no-kissing rule?"

"He makes me want to break every rule I've ever made." No one has ever had such an effect on me in such a short amount of time, and I can't help but smile like a lust-struck teenager.

"Don't say another word. This conversation calls for a glass of wine, and I want to give you my undivided attention."

When Jen and I arrive home, we kick off our shoes and head straight for the kitchen. We grab a bottle of chardonnay from the fridge and two wine glasses from the cupboard before making our way to the living room and settling onto the couch.

"I can't believe you kissed him," she says proudly.

"I couldn't leave himtonight without doing it." I rub my face with my hands before continuing. "I've never felt this kind of connection before, and I don't know what to do."

"Just go with it. How often do you come across someone who makes you feel this way?"

"I don't because most of the guys we know have the mental capacity of a fourteen-year-old boy."

"It's funny because it's true." Jen chuckles."So, when are you seeing him again?"

"He's asked to see me this week."

He could've asked to see me tomorrow, and I would've said yes.

Half a bottle of wine later, I drag myself upstairs. As soon as I remove my clothes, I slip into my butterfly pajamas and crawl into bed. But instead of drifting off peacefully, I find myself tossing and turning, consumed by thoughts of something I crave but cannot give myself. It's like I have an itch on anuntouchablepartof my body, and Zane is the only one who can scratch it. His effect on me tonight was clear, and the idea of him excites me.

When I hear my phone vibrate on the nightstand next to me, I smile when I see his name flash up on the screen.

Z: I hope you got home okay. Thank you for tonight and for breaking your rules for me because I've been dying to kiss you since you walked into the coffee shop this morning. P.S. Your mouth is fucking delicious.

I begin to text him a reply, and my thighs clench as thoughts of that kiss flood my mind.

T: I have a feeling you're going to have me breaking a lot of rules. Goodnight, Professor.

The ache between my legs is driving me out of my damn mind, and I know that I'll never sleep tonight unless I satisfy this need inside me. Reaching down, I slidemy hand into my shorts, and as soon as my fingers make contact with my clit, relief washesover me.

I want to find out exactly what this mouth can do.

I raise my free hand to my breast and pinch my nipple, imagining that it's him and not me.

Do you touch yourself?

Yes, and often.

A minute later, my climax hits me, and for the first time in a long time, I have an orgasm over someone who isn't completely out of my reach.

My eyelids flutter open as sunlight streams through my window. As I try to adjust to the brightness, a knock echoes through my bedroom door.

"Come in," I call out.

Jen steps into the room, places my favorite mermaid mug on my nightstand, and takes a seat at the edge of my bed.

"Thank you," I say as I pick up the mug and bring it to my lips, inhaling the smell of the freshly made coffee. "You look like you're going somewhere."

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