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My whole heart tips in his direction, like a boat listing dangerously on the sea. I don’t know whether to laugh, weep, or push him away.
So I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him instead.
CHAPTER 18
I HEAR THE VIEWS ARE GREAT
REED
Ava makes a frustrated groan as we come together. As if she’s torturing herself. Our lips crush and seek and slide hotly together.
Earlier today we practically set her couch on fire. That kiss wasnotall my idea, either. We were meant to do this.
That’s how it always felt before.
Until I fucked it all up.
Pushing that thought away, I deepen the kiss. Ava makes a helpless little moan, and the sound stirs me up, like a bear coming out of hibernation. I cup her head in both my hands and delve inside her sweet mouth.
She shivers, so I pull her closer. My hands slide freely across her wet skin, my thumb dipping into her bikini top, stroking the swell of her breast.
“Reed,” she whispers against my lips.
“I know,” I whisper back. We used to be so wild and free with each other. Effortless. After Ava, I never felt that way again. Not once.
Our next kiss is as deep as the night sky. But we’re still not close enough. I need more. I pull Ava into my lap until she’s straddling me, the way I used to do in my dorm room. The motion is so familiar, as if the last ten years never happened.
Ava pulls back from the kiss, and for a split second I think I’ve ruined it. “This is not a good idea,” she says.
“Maybe,” I agree in a rough voice. “But I don’t care. This is us. We were reckless once. And I loved every minute of it. We were young and wild, and I loved you with my whole heart. I hope you know that, even if you’re still angry.”
She exhales, her bright eyes darting away for a moment. “Stop talking now.”
“Okay. But feisty Ava is hot.”
“Shutup.”
With a laugh, I pull her closer, and she gives me an angry kiss. But I can work with that. I grasp her hips as she nips my bottom lip.
Ava groans as we line up, wet skin sliding against wet skin. She’s wearing a red bikini with polka dots. It’s gorgeous, but the top half is in my way. I yank it down and take her breasts in my hands.
“Reed,” she pants, as we make out like the sex-crazed college students we used to be. I taste her deeply, and every dirty thing we ever did comes back in a rush. And I’m so greedy for it. I want to relive every shameless act. I want to collapse in a tangled, sticky heap on my narrow bed. I want to sleep wrapped around her and wake up naked and desperate to start again.
I want a do-over. I want to toss the misshapen mess I made against the art studio floor and start over.
But that’s impossible, so I settle for the next best thing, which is kissing Ava until we’re both breathless and frustrated. I run my tongue along the column of her neck. Then I tip her backward in my arms so I can tease her nipples with my lips.
“Jesus, that’s…” She moans instead of finishing the sentence.
My cock is an iron bar in my trunks. I’m made of lust, but it can’t be satisfied here. I need all night and a bed.
Still, I don’t want to stop. Not yet. Not ever.
Ava sits taller and kisses me again. I pull her lush body tightly against my own. I brace my feet on the bottom of the tub, and move to the edge of the bench, so Ava has more room to move against me.
She gasps as I bring her hot core down on my cock. Her legs are spread at a wanton angle, and I lift my hips to grind against her.
“Oh,” she gasps again. “Yes.”
