Page 52 of The Way We Fell

Come over on Saturday? I’ll cook. Celebrate your first week of college.

Katy

be there at 7?

Jay

Perfect. Sweet dreams, Princess.

Chapter twenty-five

Jay

Shefinallyagreedtolet me cook her dinner. Not that she’s been refusing—I suppose if we’re honest here,I’mthe one who finally grew big enough balls to actually invite her.

I have sea bass fillets in the fridge, along with a fresh salad and a lemon and caper dressing. I have a bottle of wine on ice and a candle lit on the breakfast bar between the two place settings. It’s nothing fancy, just one of those lemon kitchen candles mum swears by when she’s cooking fish or something equally pungent. But it bathes the space in a warm glow, and that glow, coupled with the anticipation of being in Katy’s presence again, is definitely giving me some impure and improbable thoughts.

But she’s late. And now I’m pacing circles around my tiny studio flat, wondering if she’s going to show up, or whether she’s chickened out, or she’s standing me up. We’ve texted plenty this week, but we haven’t managed to see each other between me working in the evenings and Katy’s classes starting. The lack of contact has my thoughts spiralling. Maybe, if I see her again, we’ll laugh about this someday. Or maybe I’ll just avoid her for the rest of our lives.

She hasn’t even texted.

Thirty-five minutes after she was due to arrive, there’s a persistent buzzing at the intercom, and when I pick it up, my heart and stomach unclench in tandem. I hadn’t even realised how tense I’d been, but hearing her voice, safe and sound, has my shoulders relaxing and I take my first deep breath for a while. I buzz her up and she barrels into my space, still clad in her work uniform with a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, my absolute fuckwad night supervisor no-showed so I had to stay late, I’m so sorry,” her apology comes out in a rush. She’s breathless and pink-faced and absolutely fucking gorgeous. I’m stunned into silence for a few seconds after she speaks, so she tears her black Sketchers off her feet and holds them between her fingers as she crosses the room.

“Can I change in your bathroom quickly?”

“Sure.” I nod. “Of course.” I point like she doesn’t already know where it is from her previous visits, and as she slips away behind a closed door, I take a deep breath. Or three. Just the sight of her has my breath catching in my throat, leaving me almost dizzy. She’s fucking beautiful. She’s whip-smart and she’s so funny my stomach aches from laughing whenever we talk, and I’m about to spend an entire evening with her. Here. In my home. By fucking candlelight.

I’m already wound so tight that when she emerges a few moments later in tight leather-look leggings, a grey tee that looks buttery soft, hanging off one shoulder and hugging her hips, and her hair free from its messy ponytail with gentle waves held back from her face with a small cloud-shaped pin, I feel like I could come in my pants like a horny teenage boy. I swallow hard. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, in leggings, a T-shirt, and thick fuzzy socks.

“What?” she asks. Her hands reach for the ends of her hair and she bites her lower lip self-consciously. I stare for another second, drinking her in. Her face, free from makeup but for a slick of something glossy and sheer pink on her lips; her hips and bum, curvy and perfectly grabbable, and her legs, strong and shapely in those sinfully skintight leggings.Fuck.

Something happens when her eyes meet mine. The ground shifts beneath us, and in an instant, I know I'll never be the same again.We'llnever be the same again.

Fuck the sea bass.

“Come here,” I say, taking a step towards her, then two, and then we cross the room to each other, bodies crashing together as I grab her face with my hands and seal my lips against hers. God, this woman. Thiskiss. She returns the kiss and opens for me immediately, her mouth warm and soft and pliant. She tastes like warm fruit and spices and I moan into her mouth. She lifts a leg over my hip and pulls me closer, like our bodies flush from head to toe isn’t enough, and she pushes her belly against the ridge of my dick, already rock hard and leaking in my pants.

I don’t know what she’s done to me after one fucking kiss, but I can’t even breathe with the way I want this woman.

I lift her and she wraps her legs fully around my waist, tipping her head back so I can kiss my way down the line of her jaw, her neck, those collarbones that drive me fucking wild. One of my hands roams beneath her shirt and unhooks her bra, flipping up the cup to release her tits and I moan against her throat as I take one in my hand. They’re the perfect fucking handful, her skin impossibly soft and nipples already hardening. I pinch one between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it as I suck hard against her throat, and she works trembling fingers against the buttons of my shirt.

“Off,” I demand, dropping her to her feet and tugging at her shirt. I remove her bra with it, and then remove mine, andfuck, she’s even more beautiful than I imagined. Her tits are soft, perky, covered with light, creamy skin and her nipples are the most incredible shade of pink like her thoroughly-kissed lips. There’s a red bruise already blooming on her throat from my mouth and I burst with feral pride. I bend to take one of her nipples in my mouth and she gasps, hands flying to my belt and tugging it open. With one hand on her back, holding her to me, and my thigh between hers, I walk her back towards the bed, using my other hand to pop the buttons on my jeans.

Jesus fucking Christ,the sound of her soft whimpers is making me even harder.

I encourage her onto the bed and I push her back so she’s lying against the stack of pillows, tits flattening against her body and nipples pointing right at me. Her lips curve into a smile as she reaches for me and I follow her down, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and underwear and pulling them over her ankles. I toss them away and she stiffens suddenly, clenching her thighs, twisting her hips to turn away from me. For a fraction of a second, I’m afraid she’s having second thoughts, that I’ve taken things too far. But then she reaches for me, pulls me down and kisses me hard, and I realise she’s trying to distract me from her body. The way I feel about the state of my legs is the way she sees herself. I kiss her one more time before I sit back on my heels.

“Don’t hide from me, Princess,” I murmur with one hand on her stomach, stilling her movements. “You’re beautiful. Let me look at you.”

She sucks in a shaky breath before nodding, relaxing her lower body and letting her knees drop open again. Beautiful is an understatement.Beautifulis the only word I can come up with, but Katy Keller is so much more than that. My throat constricts when I finally see her, laid out and hungry for me. She’s so far beyondbeautifulit’s almost laughable, but the word will have to suffice.

With one hand under each knee, I lift them and plant her feet on the mattress so I’m kneeling between her legs. Her pink pussy glistens and I swallow a moan. I ghost a finger over her wet folds, collecting the evidence of her arousal, and then bring it to my mouth and suck it clean. This time, the moan falls from my lips, low and long. Her eyes slam closed and she pushes her head back into the pillows.

“So wet for me, Princess. You taste fucking delicious,” I whisper roughly. The taste of her is like a drug. I need more. My dick twitches in my pants, painfully hard and aching for attention, but I ignore it. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen is naked in front of me. I lean in, bringing one of her knees over my shoulder for better access. I flatten my tongue and with one long lick, I taste her from her entrance to her clit, finishing with a gentle nip at the sensitive nerves. She writhes beneath me, a high, keening sound coming from her mouth as her skin flushes pink to match her pussy. I can’t get enough. I lick again and my dick protests, desperate for release. I can’t take it anymore. I stuff my hand in my pants and pull it free, pumping and groaning.

She opens her eyes and smirks softly.

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