Page 105 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“It’s less than three months,” I reason. “Is it so wrong that I want us to wait? That I want you to be one hundred percent sureyou want this?” I take her face in my hands. “I don’t want you to ever regret me.”
She grasps the fabric of my hoodie between her fists. “I could never regret you.”
She says that now, but I’m terrified she might in the future and that’s a possibility that makes my stomach churn. We might be young, but this girl is it for me. She’s my everything. I want her to be my wife one day, the mother of my children, the woman I grow old beside.
“Your birthday,” I reiterate, sliding my hands down to grip her elbows.
“Fine,” she agrees, and flops onto my bed. The mattress bounces and settles. She smiles at me in a way that lets me know she’s not upset. “Can we make out then instead?”
I struggle not to laugh, but I’m more than happy to indulge that request.
Climbing onto the bed beside her, I grip her waist and tug until I’m on my back and she’s straddling me. Her blond hair forms a shield around us as she lowers, letting her lips find mine. Kissing Harlow is my favorite hobby. Sometimes it’s slow and sweet, sometimes it’s intense, and sometimes it feels like a damn freefall.
“I love you,” I whisper between kisses.
“I love you, too.” She kisses my neck. “Take your shirt off.”
Even though we haven’t had sex yet, it doesn’t mean we haven’t fooled around in other ways. Sitting up, I yank the long-sleeve shirt up and over my head.
Harlow traces my bare torso with her eyes before following the same path with the tips of her fingers.
I capture her hand, lacing our fingers together. “You’re playing with fire,” I warn her, and a smile curls her lips.
“Good.”
She has no idea what a dangerous temptation she is for me. I’m trying to be on my best behavior and she’s always making it damn near impossible.
Pulling her own shirt off, she drops it onto the bed beside us. I groan.
“That’s not fair.” Her light blue bra ismesh—completely see-through.
Leaning down, her lips find my ear. “That’s the point.”
This girl has no idea how dangerous she is for me.
I roll over until she’s pinned beneath me. I bury my face in her neck, sucking and kissing at her sensitive flesh. She squirms beneath me, begging for more, but I refuse to give in until she’s so rattled with desire that her face is flushed and she can’t stop biting her lip.
That’s when I pop the button on her jeans and slide my fingers inside her panties. She gasps, arching against my fingers. Her eyes are wide, the pupils blown as we lock eyes. I bring her to orgasm and suck my fingers clean while she pants beneath me, attempting to catch her breath. I grin down at her, loving how undone she looks.
Rolling off her, I settle on the bed beside her and prop my head in my hand.
“You’re forgiven,” she says breathlessly.
“For what?”
“For making me wait.”
I laugh. “Until you beg me again next time.”
“I’m starting to think you like it when I beg,” she teases.
“A little.” I drag my thumb over her bottom lip.
She sits up and looks at the time. “Ugh. I should get ready and go.”
I grab her shirt and hand it to her before searching for my own.
“I’ll walk you to your car,” I say, hopping off the bed and tugging on a jacket.
