she’s feeling better right now.
The fact that the doctor told her she likely wasn’t contagious means that the doctor suspects what it might be. Opal knows what’s wrong with her and hasn’t told me, which is understandable. But she needs to be resting so that she doesn’t relapse, not wriggling in my arms and leaning in so close it’s almost like she’s trying to melt into me.
I break the kiss, determined to make one last attempt.
“You…you need to rest. You need to sleep and get better,” I say, unable to help groaning deeply as her hip brushes against my cock.
“Maybe,” she purrs, sliding her hands up my chest. “I can rest later.”
Yeah…there’s no more fight left in me. Fuck. I know this probably isn’t a good idea. I know I should be pushing her away because my heart can’t take any further uncertainty in our relationship, but I can’t. Even from the moment I met her back in college, when I laid eyes on her in the library as she frowned at the books and tucked a lock of curls behind her ear, I’ve been helpless to resist her.
This moment is no exception.
I fall, caught in her spell as I always have been, and throw caution to the wind as I give in to the urges that I can’t deny any longer. I grip her hips tightly and surge toward her, pushing back against her insistent body. She gasps as she nips at my jaw, a sharp intake of breath that makes her chest heave.
“God, you don’t know what I want to do to you right now,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Then why don’t you just do it?” she asks, a challenge clear in her voice.
My heart misses a beat and then starts racing. I’m certain that she can hear it, pressed as close as she is. I lean in, kissing up her neck, and she cranes her head back to give me better access, her entire body trembling. The scorching fire has lit up between us as quickly as it always has, and I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.
“Bed,” I murmur to her. “Then I’m going to fuck you after I’ve tasted every inch of your body.”
Opal pulls away suddenly. I have only a moment to feel cold from the lack of her touch before she’s grabbing my wrist and tugging me forward, her eyes dark with lust. I stumble after her and we hit the door of her room, fumbling for the doorknob as we touch and grope, desperate to feel one another.
Then the door opens and I catch Opal as she almost falls backward, using the movement to enfold her in my arms and kiss her deeply. She mewls into the kiss, writhing against my body, and we walk slowly toward the bed until her knees hit the mattress as I push her down. Opal bounces on the soft covers and looks up at me, her eyes magnetic and a slow smirk curving at her lips.
But I don’t step forward. I move back, instead, and she blinks.
“Don’t move,” I tell her.
She opens her mouth, the question obviously on her tongue, but she snaps it closed as I start undoing the buttons on my shirt. Her eyes dart down to my long fingers, watching them with an intensity that burns. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I pull my shirt open and shrug it off, exposing my bare skin.
I play with the buckle of my belt, well aware of the way her eyes are following my movements, and pull it open before sliding it slowly through the loops. I drag the zipper downward, feeling how hard my cock has become. I allow my pants to fall to the floor, stepping out of them with a stretch that makes my muscles ripple. I can almost hear Opal swallow.
But then I step toward her, and her eyes dart upward.
“Are you going to take the rest off?” she asks, clearly trying for sultry, but unable to hide the desire that trembles in her voice.
“Not until you’ve got some clothes off,” I promise.
Opal wrenches her large t-shirt over her head, and my mouth goes dry as I realize that she isn’t wearing a bra. She sits up and shimmies her elasticized pants over her hips. She kicks them off, leaving her only in panties.
“Better?’ she asks teasingly.
“Much,” I say.
I put my hands on her shoulders and press her down again, going with her until I’m hovering over her. I