Page 11 of Wish For Me

I got on my knees and pulled my sweater off in one quick move, before I could talk myself out of it.

“Jesus,” Leif said. His eyes dropped to my lacy black bra. I knew what the bra did to my breasts. It’s why I’d worn it.

“Will you help me see this plan through?”

Leif closed his eyes for a moment. But when he opened them again, there was a fire in them. A need. His hands slid to either side of my face. “I’m flying home tomorrow. My whole life is school.”

“So no need for next morning awkwardness.”

He leaned closer. “I guess not.” He hesitated. “Noelle, are you sure—”

“Kiss me, Leif.”

At the touch of his lips on mine, my body exploded with a potent combination of adrenaline, hormones, and pure need. His tongue danced across my lips, and when they parted, a low rumble emanated from his chest.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed against my neck, kissing a hot trail down my throat. He tipped me gently back onto the bed and continued his path down over the lacy cups of my bra, his breath hot, his touch instantly constricting my nipples through the thin fabric.

He cupped both breasts, letting out a low growl as I arched my back, tipping my breasts toward his mouth.

“More,” I whispered.

Leif slipped his fingers under the straps of my bra, sliding them down my shoulders and flipping the bra inside out, revealing my aching breasts.

“So perfect,” he repeated, before greedily pulling a nipple into his mouth. I moaned, conscious of needing to be quiet, even though my room was at the far end of the house from my parents’ bedroom.

My pussy throbbed in my jeans, and I wrapped a leg around Leif’s thigh as he teased one breast, then another. I needed us to be wearing far less clothes.

As if he heard my thoughts, he stood up then, pulling his sweater and t-shirt off with one quick movement.

I was wrong. Leif wasn’t slim. He waslithe, his body muscular and long. His body looked like it was made for pure efficiency; there was nothing superfluous, nothing wasted.

Desire rippled through his features as he stared down at me unbuttoning my jeans.

“God, Noelle,” he breathed as I shimmied out of them. No sense in taking it slow. That’s not what tonight was for.

There was a bulge behind his zipper that made liquid heat curl in my abdomen. I got up on my knees in my underwear, undoing the buckle of his pants. I undid the button, then the zipper, and a moment later, I freed him.

He was the perfect size. Bigger than Patrick, I thought smugly. Hot and hard as steel in my hand.

He groaned as I stroked him.

“Christ,” he said. “You feel—your hands.”

Leif looked at me with this kind of unbridled amazement, like he couldn’t quite believe where we were.

I couldn’t ever remember my ex looking at me like I was a treasure.

Leif brushed the hair back from my face as I stroked his length with my hands.

“Like this?” I asked, running my thumb over his tip.

He groaned. Glossy liquid made my palms slip as I slid my whole hand over the end of his cock.

“No,” he said.

I paused. “Not like this?”

He laughed, wrapping his hand around mine to stop me. “No, I mean you need to stop, or I won’t last.”

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