Page 83 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 2

How do I make this last past the weekend?

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Rad

“What if your opinion on my body did matter?” Her voice is only a whisper between us, but her nervousness is heard in the question.

I turn to the side to find Tealey already facing me. Her eyes search mine for answers to a question I don’t understand. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“You once told me that your opinion doesn’t matter regarding my body, but it does. It matters to me, and you said there’s nothing wrong with it, but a lot right with it. Did you mean that?”

I caress her cheek. “I meant it.” She smiles, scooting her body closer. I move in, closing any gaps between us. “I like you, Tealey.”

“I like you, too, Rad.”

I pause, debating how to approach the delicate subject. I’d rather think through this logistically, which is my forte. But now, I have feelings involved that subtract some of my rationale fromthe equation, so I decide straightforward is best. “I’m not sure where you stand, but I want to be with you andonly you.”

She grins. “I’m not standing. I’m lying right here with you. This is the only place I want to be. Where does that leave us beyond this bedroom door?”

“Our friends might understand?—”

“Or they might not.” She looks down, doodling circle eights on my chest. “I don’t want to take away from Cammie and Cade’s wedding either, but this announcement would do the trick.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her entirely,and selfishly, against me. “I agree. It’s great timing for us but might be bad timing for the overall situation. What do you suggest we do?”

“Is there anything we can do other than keep us a secret?”

“For right now?” I kiss the top of her head, hating that life is leaving us no choice. Because this woman deserves to be hugged and kissed whenever she wants it. Not only behind closed doors. “I don’t think we have any options.”

She kisses my chest. “Only for now.” I nod. She whispers, “As soon as the wedding’s over?—”

“The minute it’s over.”

I can feel her cheeks rise against my skin. Kissing her once more, I add, “But for tonight?—”

“We should probably slow things down again.” Not the answer I wanted to hear. Tilting her head back, she smiles. “I heard that huff. I said slow, not end, Welly.” When she wiggles her brow, it’s game on.

“Did you just waggle your eyebrows at me?”

“I did. What are you going to do about it?”

I slip my hand under the covers and slide up the top of her thigh.

Her mouth opens.

I pull the covers down and run my tongue over the top of her breast the bra left exposed.

Her tongue runs over the corner of her mouth before the softest of mewls is released. My cock reacts by hardening.

Disappearing under the covers altogether, I anchor myself by holding her hips with my hands and then kiss beneath a little pink bow on the top of her panties. I lift the covers to watch her.

She bites her lip.

I hook my fingers around the edges of the cotton and begin to leisurely pull them down until she bends her knees and lifts so I can remove them altogether. I stop, though.

Enough light penetrates the blanket for me to see the beauty of her body. A curve from her waist to her hips leads my eyes to where it meets her thighs. Her perfect legs. I start there, wedging my shoulder under the right thigh while kissing the inside of the other. I can’t resist going deeper with her, tasting her, feeling her heat on my tongue.

“Rad?” she asks on the end of a pant.

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