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CHAPTER 6

FIFI

We fall back on the bed, and his weight on me trips a cascade of pleasure, the feeling exciting and dangerous and comforting—which should be crazy, but it’s not. I’m falling for him, legit falling over the top like a rollercoaster racing to its climax.

His hands slide under my sweater, and his warm rough hands send my nerve endings skittering and exploding everywhere.

“You feel so good.” His whisper tickles my ear, and I shudder with overwhelming need, clutching the back of his neck and letting my fingers run through the sexy curls of his hair the way I’ve wanted to every time I saw him since I was thirteen years old. That was when the fact that he’s a dangerously charming and devastatingly cute hit me hard. It was only a crush then, but now…

His thumb runs over my left nipple, and even through the silk of my bra, I tremble.

“Trick…” I moan his name. “How do you do this to me?”

“Do you like it?” His voice rumbles, vibrating against my skin as he lowers his mouth to the crazy pulse in my neck. He’s hot and heavy and strong the way he holds himself over me.

“I…” I stop myself from admitting that I love it. Something tells me not to say the L word, not now, not even indirectly about his lovemaking. “I need it.” My words are a whisper against the onslaught of his mouth. He groans as he lifts my sweater over my head, flips open my bra, and lowers his face to take my breasts, cupping them and tasting them, teasing my nipples each in turn as I squirm, mindless and more than needy.

As my hips lift from the bed against his and the granite of his dick hits the exact spot between my thighs like a bullseye, I cry out and wrap my legs around him like I’ve become a mindless, greedy animal.

“Jesus, Feef. Take it easy unless you want me to spill it right now.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. This is too fast. You must think I’m—” I don’t know what to say.

He moves to my side and I let go, missing the pressure of his dick, of him, his entire body, on top of me.

“The most beautiful sexy girl in the world. That’s what I think you are.”

I smile. “You mean woman, right? Because I’m feeling very womanly right now.”

“You’re right. You are.” He caresses my cheek. I can feel his cock against the side of my thigh and longing rises.

“You’re too easy.”

“You’re right. I am.” The low hum of his voice vibrates at the perfect pitch to generate a buzz in my pussy, just by listening to him. I’m the one who’s too easy. Not that I ever have been before in my life.

He shrugs without apology, adjusting his hard and very tempting erection. “I’m a college guy. In case you’re not familiar with the species⁠—”

“Oh, I’m familiar.”

He frowns and sits up. “How familiar? Do you have some angry ex-boyfriend waiting somewhere in the wings ready to take off my head?”

“No.” I almost stumble over the word. “Of course not. Why would you assume that?” I don’t think the guy Dad wants to fix me up with counts at all since I haven’t gone out with him and I don’t plan to ever date him in spite of Dad’s pressure.

“Because if I were your ex-boyfriend, I’d be mad as hell at me right now.”

“Now we’re really getting to know each other.”

He chuckles. “We have a long way to go.”

“Maybe, but I’m enthralled so far. You’re a romantic underneath all that muscle and wit. And so am I.”

“Sure. We’re a regular Romeo & Juliet.”

I swat his arm even as I laugh. “Don’t even joke about that. This is a no-family zone.”

“That’s fine with me.”

“We can talk about school.”