Page 65 of Unrivaled

Pulling Tiffany close, I claim her mouth, tasting her again, the sweet thrill of victory humming through my veins.

I was avoiding relationships this year. Ignoring the girls who’d want more than a single fun night together. And then Tiffany showed up and wrecked all of those good intentions. I’m not even interested in trying to fight my attraction to her anymore. Haven’t been for weeks now.

And now that I’ve finally convinced her to give me a chance, I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure she never has reason to regret it.

My hand glides up her bare leg, sliding under the hem of her T-shirt where I encounter more bare skin. Eventually I find a tiny strip of fabric crossing her hip and let out a groan.

A thong. All she’s wearing under this shirt is a thong. A skimpy, stretchy thong that would be just as easy to tear off as it would to move sideways so I can sink into her tight heat.

She rips her mouth from mine. “You don’t still keep your condoms in your wallet, do you?”

“What?” The question catches me entirely off guard.

“It’s bad for them,” she mutters, turning on my lap so she can straddle me. And holy hell, I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin layers of fabric separating us—her thong and my athletic shorts. A few minor adjustments, and I could be deep, deep inside her.

“What?” I repeat. I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Condoms,” she breathes. “In your wallet. It’s bad for them. Makes them not work as well. Hence, Ben.”

Chuckling, I slide my hands up the smooth column of her back, loving the way she arches and moves against me. “I have some in my bedroom.”

She freezes. “Ben’s in there.”

“Mmhmm.” I drag my mouth down her neck, nuzzling the shirt out of the way so I can get to her collarbone. “You saying I should go get one?” She melts under my attention, all soft, sensual woman with vanilla sweet skin. I want to get under this shirt. I want to rip this shirt off her. But I need her to answer the question first.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my mouth from her skin. When her eyes meet mine, it’s not lust or arousal I see there. It’s fear.

“Baby,” I whisper. “What’s going on?”

“I’m scared.”

Cupping her face in my hands, I press my lips to hers softly. “Of what?”

Her eyes fall closed, and she shakes her head, her lips pressed tight. I’m about to prompt her again, worry beginning to thread through me, but she finally answers.

“What if it happens again?” she whispers so softly I almost can’t hear her. “We used a condom before, and I still got pregnant. What if it happens again?”

My breath leaves me in a whoosh. Fuck. No wonder she’s scared.

I open my mouth, wanting to reassure her, but not really knowing what to say. I’ve never had another condom failure? But how do I even know? I didn’t know about Ben for four years. If someone decided not to tell me, it’s clearly simple enough to keep the information quiet.

My swirling thoughts coalesce around one key point, though—she won’t be alone.

I kiss her again, then pull her against my chest, wrapping her in my arms. “It won’t happen again. Even if you did get pregnant, it won’t be like before. Number one, you have my phone number.” That provokes a reluctant chuckle. “And number two, I won’t let you do it all on your own again. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

She goes stiff and still again, pushing up so she can look me in the eyes. “That’s not true, though. Youaregoing somewhere. You’ll be leaving at the end of the school year. Let’s not pretend otherwise.”

“That’s true,” I acknowledge slowly. “I will physically be in a different place a lot of the time.” I give her a crooked smile. “But you’re not prying me out of your life that easily. I plan to visit as often as possible, and fly you guys out to see me when that’s possible too.” Her eyes soften, so I press my point further, repeating what I already said. “I want to do this with you, Tiffany. For real. This isn’t just a one night thing. Not for me. I’ve wanted you since we were in high school. I’ve wanted to give us a chance since that first night. That hasn’t changed.”

If I’d hoped for some kind of declaration of undying love, I don’t get it, but I do get her mouth on mine, hot and hungry, her tongue parting my lips. I let her lead for a moment, but soon it’s too much and I take over, my hands gripping her ass and pulling her pussy tight against my aching cock, my tongue tangling with hers and sliding into her mouth.

She pulls away from me, and I let out a low growl until I see a swish of fabric and then it’s just Tiffany in a thong on my lap.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe. Her tits, perfect and round and tipped with hard little berry colored nipples, bob in front of my face. I’m transfixed. Mesmerized. And I need a taste like I need my next breath.

My hands slide up her sides, caressing and cupping her, loving the way she arches into my touch. When I suck one nipple into my mouth, she gasps, so I suck harder, scrubbing the tip with my tongue and giving her the barest hint of teeth.

“Jesus, Gray! Shit!”

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