“Guess it’s a good thing I like having any part of me entangled with any part of you, even if it is just our names. If I can’t manage to hold onto you for very long, at least I’ll never forget you were mine for a little bit.”
I gasped because he was just so damn good with words, even better in person than he was in the script that got me here in the first place.
I made a startled noise as he suddenly reached for me and pulled me on top of him. I had put on an oversized t-shirt before I went to sleep, so his hands had to reach under the fabric to glide across my skin. I watched him with wide eyes as he lowered himself to the mattress, gave me a cocky grin, and urged me to turn around.
It took me a minute to get the gist of what he wanted me to do, but the minute I bent over, with a hand braced on the bed and my mouth full of him, I felt his warm breath and rough hands on the parts of me that I should be embarrassed to have all up in his face.
But his tongue was too talented, and his fingers were too quick to worry about what he was looking at. All I could focus on was how he was making me feel. My body tightened and got heated so fast, it was almost like we hadn’t had sex mere hours ago. He had that effect on me, and I could tell by the way his erection was flexing and pulsing against my swirling tongue that I had the same effect on him.
I felt his tongue push inside of me as his fingers played with my clit. I was still sensitive from our earlier encounter, so I immediately felt like I was drowning in sensation. I slid a hand along Salinger’s muscled thigh and glided it along the inside of his leg. I used a fingertip to trace along the tightness of his drawn-up sac, and heard and felt him growl against my now wet and slippery opening.
The room quickly filled with the sounds of sucking and sex. It was heady, and my skin suddenly felt too tight.
There was no room left to worry about my past or our combined future. All we could do was feel. I’d face the fallout of my choices when I didn’t have any other option. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy the moment, because I liked having any part of me entangled with any part of him, and I was finding I wanted it to be much more than our names.
Salinger
“DID YOU REALLY have to go and ban my mom from entering the house? You know I’m never going to hear the end of it. I thought she was going to lock me in my old room at her house and not let me out the last time I visited her.” Jeno heaved a sigh and turned to look at me as I tapped on the steering wheel of the Audi.
We were headed to Santa Monica to visit our grandmother, but traffic was at a standstill as usual. Jeno had brought up his mom more than once over the last few days, which indicated she was really harping on him about not being allowed at my house. She would not let him breathe until I put her back on the entry list.
“I told you if she wants to visit you at the house, she is more than welcome to come and see you. You can go down to the gate and let her in, and you can keep an eye on her while she’s there. I don’t want her in my house whenever she wants. It’s uncomfortable for me to randomly come across her, and I think it’s weird she comes and goes as she pleases, even when she knows you won’t be there. I didn’t ban her. I put limitations on her. You’d think she, of all people, would understand the difference considering all the rules she tried to cram down your throat.”
He sighed again and leaned his head to the side so it was resting on the passenger’s window. “Blocking her from coming into the house has made her even more determined to get me to move home. She wants me to stop working with you and go to school. She’s driving me