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“Kissing you.”
I lower my head and she tips on her toes, meeting me halfway. She tastes even better than I remember. She’s all soft, scented curves, and her mouth is eager and open.
“We said we’d talk,” I mumble into the kiss.
“Hmmm,” she agrees, dotting kisses along my jawline. “We should, but just a little of this first, ’kay?”
Laughing, I walk us toward her bed pushed against the wall. Not having lived in a dorm since freshman year, I forgot how little space there is.
“Roommate?” I leave a trail of kisses down her neck.
“She never showed,” she says, taking my chin to pull my mouth close enough to kiss. “So I have my own room.”
“No one’s coming to interrupt?”
I sit on the bed and she crawls over my lap, her legs on either side of mine.
“You planning on doing things to me that should not be interrupted?” she teases, holding my face between her hands and leaning down for a devouring kiss. Her passion matches mine, rises to meet me. My hands trace the smooth length of her bare legs, under her skirt to cup her ass.
“You feel so good,” she breathes into our kiss and rocks her hips over me. Scraps of cotton and lace are the only barriers keeping me from the best pussy I’ve ever had… that I haven’t even actually had yet. She flicks her eyes up to meet mine, reaches between us and squeezes me with a sure hand. My dick is like concrete, and as much as I want this to happennow, I force myself to slow down—to stop. I nudge her back until she’s sitting on my legs, her skirt splayed around us and the sound of our ragged breaths filling the room.
“We need to talk before…” I shake my head, struggling to clear the fog of lust rendering coherent thought nearly impossible. “We need to talk.”
“Okay.” She shifts from my lap to sit beside me, sending me a sidelong glance. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. I just…”
“You don’t have to be sorry.” I blow out a breath. “It’s just… I’m already in pretty deepwithoutsex. Once we cross that line, we might not have clear heads for this conversation.”
“So you think it’s gonna be that good, huh?” she asks, scrunching her nose adorably.
I don’t even try for humor, but take her hand and link our fingers. “I think that’s how good we could be together. Period.”
Her smile melts and something akin to fear flickers in her eyes, dents her brows.
“What is it?” I cup her face and match her frown.
“It’s just…” She bites her thumbnail, something warring in her expression before she speaks. “I’ve never felt anything like this pull between us. And as much as I want it, it kind of scares me.”
I brush my thumb over the soft fullness of her bottom lip. “I scare you?”
“I’m not scared ofyou…” She pauses, her eyes sliding away. “My parents had a very volatile relationship.”
I stiffen and frown. “Like abusive?”
“No, not abusive. My dad loved my mom more than anything in the world. And that’s how she loved him, but it got to be… too much. It ended badly.”
“You said they both died in a fire.”
“It ended badly,” she repeats, blinking rapidly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay.” I rub her back and loosely grip her nape. “You don’t have to.”
After a few seconds, her shoulders drop a little and she relaxes beside me.
“Seeing how my parents were together has made me hesitant about going deep with anybody,” she says. “I’ve preferred casual stuff or something like what I had with Petra, which was great, but not… intense. This, with you, feels intense already.”
She rests her back against the wall beside me and lets her head fall to my shoulder. “My mom used to have one of those old-school globes that you could spin. You know the ones?”
“Yeah. My grandfather had one in his office, too.”
