Page 114 of Until Next Summer

“Promise?”

He yanks down my underwear, driving a finger inside me, making me gasp—then a second finger, and a third. I take it as long as I can before wriggling away from him; I have something else in mind.

I reach into his boxers and wrap my hand around him. His hips jerk and he hisses. “Fuck, Jess.”

I tug his boxers down farther, leaning down to lick him with the flat of my tongue, then closing my mouth around him.

He groans but doesn’t let me stay there for too long—soon he’s pulling me up again, shaking his head. “I won’t last. Not now. Not when I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“More dirty dreams?”

“You have no idea. Grab my wallet, will you?” He angles his head upward, toward the headboard, and I find his wallet there and hand it to him.

While he’s looking inside, I pull my underwear off and throw it somewhere behind me. He finds a condom and gives it to me so he can take his boxers off. My hands are shaking so badly I can’t open the package, and a mischievous grin sneaks onto his face as I fumble.

“You like watching me struggle?” I say.

“I’m just glad you’re as worked up as I am.”

In desperation, I use my teeth to rip the foil open. Luke lies back and I roll the condom on. Then I position myself above him and sink down, slowly. We both groan as he fills me, and for a moment I can’t think, can’t move, can hardly breathe. Almost unconsciously, I rock against him.

He grips my hips. “Give me a second.”

I relax, leaning back to look at him. He’s flushed beneath me, breathing hard, his hair messy. Totally unraveled.

Smiling, I motion to him. “I like this. You, at my mercy.”

“Fuck yes I am.” His voice is almost pained, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. “All those dreams I had? They don’t compare to reality, not even close. My god, Jess. I could live a thousand years and never forget this. How you look. How you feel.”

An unexpected emotion hits me, tender and sweet, making my throat tighten. His earlier words echo in my mind:I could fall in love with you so easily. My eyes prick with tears, and I blink them away. I do not need complicated feelings like that right now.

“You ready?” I say, a teasing lilt in my voice.

His eyes flash with heat. “Not yet. Come for me again.”

I grin. “Yes, sir.”

I begin to move, and he holds my hips as I grind in slow circles. It doesn’t take long before heat is building inside me. He’s watching me intently, making it difficult to breathe, so I close my eyes and disappear inside myself. I put my hands over his and move them from my hips to my waist, up to my breasts, squeezing and stroking as I rock against him, faster,faster. My body flushes white-hot and I cry out, shaking and gasping for air.

When I open my eyes, he’s smirking up at me. “That’s a good girl.”

Then he rolls us over so he’s on top. He parts my legs with his knee and drives into me roughly, making me whimper, but I tell him it’s good, I want more, please don’t stop. We move together, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. The rain, thrumming on the roof, vibrates deep in my body.

“We’re doing this again,” he says, panting.

My eyes widen. “When?”

“Tonight. In an hour. After lunch—I don’t care. I need to prove I can last longer the next time.”

“Deal,” I say.

His hands find mine, lacing our fingers together as he rolls into me, his jaw tightening and the tendons in his neck straining until he finally tenses and groans and collapses against me. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck, inhaling deeply, trying to hold on to this moment as long I can.

But eventually, he rolls off me and goes to the bathroom. I go next, splashing water on my face before returning to bed. He pulls me against him, spooning me from behind.

Outside, the rain is slowing, the sky brightening. I close my eyes, sleep tugging me down.

“How many more days do we have?” he asks.

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