Page 66 of Until We Meet Again

"And I won't be now, because I'm ready to sink my cock inside you, and my brother is the last thing I want to talk about."

"Noted." I smile as he drags his hands across my back while I move against him, using him to stimulate my body.

The phone starts ringing again, and I feel Zane's frustration building. He reluctantly answers the call, his jaw tightening and his voice tinged with irritation.

"What do you want? I'm busy." Listening to him speak, I can only make out one side of the conversation. "Because you wouldn't stop calling."

I relax, leaning back slightly, and my hand slowly reaches for my clit. I lightly pinch it between my fingers and start touching myself, just like I've done countless times before. As soon as Zane realizes what I'm doing he falls silent. His eyes narrow, his jaw clenches, and he focuses solely on the movement of my fingers.

"Callum, hurry this up." I slip a finger inside myself and bring it to his lips, offering him a taste of me, and he sucks my finger into his mouth readily. "It's fine. I have to go."

He hangs up the phone and hurls it across the bed.

"I want to watch you." I rise to my knees, my pussy close to his face. "Show me how you touch yourself."

Gently but possessively, his hands glide up and down the back of my legs as I slowly circle my clit.

"You're dripping down your thighs, Tessa."

He moves closer, his breath warm against my skin, and I can't help but tremble as he lightly inhales the scent of me that he loves so much. I watch his eyes flicker shut before he grabs my ass. As my hands collide with the wall behind the bed, I feel his tongue sweep over me in one long, brutal lick.

"Sit," he demands, sinking back into the sheets and resting his head on the pillow.

I lower myself, and he holds onto my thighs, feasting on me as if he hasn't just spent the last few hours eating me like I'm a fucking delicacy.

"Fuck, you're so good."

I slide a hand into his dark hair, drawing it through my fingers like threads of rich, brown silk, and hold his head in place as my orgasm starts to crest.

"Come on my tongue, sweetheart. I want you to drown me in it." Grinding my body against his face, his fingertips dig into my thighs, and his mouth latches onto me, claiming me as one last flick of his tongue pushes me over the edge. My orgasm erupts as my body surrenders to him, and I hear him groan in satisfaction as he keeps his mouth latched onto my pussy.

"Wow."

"You feel good?" I nod as his fingers move lazily across my legs, followed by kisses on the inside of my thighs.

"Good. Now come and sit on my cock so I can fuck the thank you right out of your mouth."

And he does.

More than once.

I packed everything I needed from home last night so I could head straight to campus from Zane's place this morning. This never-ending back and forth is a pain in the ass, but Zane likes having me spend the night in his bed. Waking up with him wrapped around me isn't exactly something I hate, but it's something I know I can't get used to because there's an expiration date on what we have, even if neither of us wants to acknowledge it.

I hate the thought of losing this, of losing him. Because I like how it feels when he's by my side. I like the wayhefeels; I like who he is and how he is—I'm just drawn to him. Sometimes, I feel him getting closer, and I allow myself to believe he's letting himself truly open up to me. But then he'll say something that flips shit up, and we're back to him, emphasizing that what we have is perfect and everything he would ever want from this.

Nothing more.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please," I reply as I sit at his kitchen island, and he passes me a mug. Leaning forward, his arms casually draped over the marble countertop and a cup of coffee in hand, he peers at me.

"Are you busy tonight?" he asks, and I smile when he lets out an uncharacteristically nervous laugh. "My brother's visiting this weekend, so I won't be able to see you. That's why he called last night."

"Okay, well, I’m busy tonight.I haven’tseen Jen in a while, so we’re having a girls’ night."

"No worries, I got it." He flashes me a smile, but an unmistakable hint of disappointment lingers beneath it.

"Is it okay if I tell her about us?" He circles the island, and when he finally reaches me, he drops a reassuring kiss on my head.

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