Page 10 of Rebooked For Us
I stepped out of my dress. There was no need for a bra. My ass was the showstopper, not the titties. I had enough. I grew self-conscious standing there and moved to cover myself.
“Duke, don’t look yet.”
He shook his head and moved my hands. “Don’t hide from me. All of you is beautiful to me.”
My confidence came back as I crawled onto the bed. My nerves were all over the place but I wanted this. I wanted him.
He undressed quick, boxers gone in one motion. I propped up on my elbows to watch, nerves and desire tangled together so tight I couldn't tell one from the other. His skin was smooth and chocolate under the light, the gold chain resting flat against his chest. I'd never done this with anyone, and because it was him, the fear felt worth it. My eyes dropped to his legs, the same legs that carried me on his back whenever I got tired of walking, and I wanted them wrapped around me just as bad as I wanted the rest of him.
I blinked, stunned at how obsessed I felt.
He crawled onto the bed and stopped midway, pulling my panties down over my thighs. The fabric brushing against my warm, sensitive skin made my legs close shut.
“Relax. You’re safe with me, Skye.” He reopened my legs and came closer. Our faces were so close we were nearly breathing for each other.
He began pecking softly at my lips until we were in a full kiss. One hand cradled the side of my face. The other traveled to my purring center. I knew this feeling, this ache.
“Spot, baby, it’s going to hurt for a little bit. If you want me to stop, you tell me. I’m not here to hurt you.”
His fingers played gently at my entrance. My body responded with a tingle down my spine that flowed to my toes. I grew wetter as our kiss deepened and his fingers crept further.
“Just kiss me through it, okay.”
“I have no problem kissing you all night.”
He reached over and grabbed a condom. My heart beat faster. I was certain it was bouncing off the walls. My stomach tight, mouth dry.
Fee’s voice appeared in my head uninvited, running through everything she had told me like a grocery list.Breathe. Relax your legs. Tell him what feels good. And for the love of God, don’t be quiet. Men need the feedback. And if he likes you, he’ll listen.
I was currently doing none of those things.
Skye, focus.
“Music?” he asked, reading my mind.
“Are you stalling?” I looked up at him in the moonlight with a smile.
Ducane covered my lips with his as he pushed in slowly. I tensed, biting his lip, and he never took his mouth from mine. Another push. He groaned into my mouth, and my walls clenched around him like a vice.
“Skye, I’m going all the way this time.” He grabbed my hip and angled me, and a shriek tore out of me before I could stop it. A tear slipped down my cheek as pain shot through me. I gripped his shoulders and let him move me instead of fighting it.
“Slower,” I moaned. He slowed with a kiss to my cheek, my neck, and my shoulder.
Soon, the pain subsided, and I began to enjoy the slow strokes he delivered. Deep before pulling back, then shallow, over and over.
“Yes, like that. I like that.”
“Keep talking to me, baby. Let me hear it.”
I smiled into his shoulder. Fee would be so proud.
Ducane was good at the things I wasn’t. Numbers, logic, thinking that ran straight from point A to point B without getting distracted by everything interesting in between. I was good at the things he wasn’t. Words, people, reading between the lines of whatever the professor actually meant versus what they said.
We had spent more hours in the library than either of us had planned. As his constitutional law outlines piled up beside my communications papers, I realized my life didn’t feel out of my hands anymore.
I didn’t know yet if that was me or him or both of us together, but I knew I was different than the girl who got kicked out of women’s history on the first day and didn’t know what came next.
That girl was still in there. She just stood straighter now.
