the knowledge of who she was will be lost. It hurts a little.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I gaze down at her. “Sex is a big deal.”
“I didn’t think it would be.”
“Why?”
“With you, I mean,” she says. “I thought…”
“You thought it wouldn’t be real.”
Because I’m a fetish.
She gazes up at me, and I move to climb off her, but she grabs my thighs, keeping me there.
“I thought it wouldn’t matter,” she murmurs. “It does. I want you so badly, and I’m scared it won’t stop, Liv.”
My insides flip, and I push her back down to the bed, her skin on mine as I cup her face.
She stares into my eyes, and then…her legs fall open, and I nestle between them. Our warmth seeps through the thin fabric of our shorts, and I’m dizzy at the feel of her underneath me… God.
I squeeze her jaw. “Keep talking, Collins,” I growl in a low voice over her lips. “Tell me more. You fucking owe me.”
She pants under my body, squirming and dying for it, and I love having her in my hands and so pliant. I roll my hips, grinding into her as I come in for kiss after kiss.
“I love the way you laugh,” she says, quivering. “I never make you laugh, and I hate it when I see you from a distance and someone else did. But I love it, too.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “You think about me?”
She nods. “I wonder how these little braids happen.” She touches my hair. “If it’s a nervous habit, you do them on purpose, or maybe a little girl you babysit plays with your hair…” I hover so close to her mouth I can feel its heat. “I stare at them in math class,” she whispers.
It feels like bubbles popping under my skin, thinking about her longing for me. Wanting me. I want her fucking spread wide on my desk while Callum Ames loiters in the hall, oblivious to what she really likes to do.
“I think about you in the mornings,” she goes on. “Right after I wake up. I can’t wait to see you.”
I take her hands, pinning them over her head as I roll my hips and rub on her, faster and faster. She turns her head to check her friends, and I trail kisses over her jaw and down her neck.
“I wanted to be in that car with you,” she murmurs.
You were.
She arches her back, sucking in air through her teeth. “I want to eat you up so badly,” she groans, “I can feel your body between my teeth.”
Lightning flashes, her hot, little mouth hanging open an inch from mine as I thrust. Thunder cracks, covering her groan, and the sheet falls down my back as I move, dry-fucking her and grinding my pussy into hers.
Releasing her wrists, I trail down her body, squeezing her breast as I cover her nipple with my mouth. The little point is so hard on my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck. My clit throbs—everything so hot. So soft. God, she’s soft.
She starts to cry out, and I clamp my hand over her mouth, not breaking stride for one second as I kiss and suck, nibble and tug. Her body is a goddamn feast. She’s so perfect. The arches, the curves, the beautiful hair and mouth and…cunt.
God, I want to taste her. The pulse between my legs beats like a drum, my thighs on fire.
I dart my gaze over to see Krisjen turn onto her stomach, feeling Clay’s body tense underneath mine. Krisjen’s mouth falls open a little, and I hear the steady rhythm of her breathing continue.
I take a mouthful of Clay, fisting her other breast and trying to keep my nails out of her flesh. I switch sides, eating up the other one as my palm glides up and down her body, touching, grabbing, savoring…
“How do we do it?” she asks. “I need more. How…?”
I lick her stomach, inching farther and farther down, my heart jackhammering like I’m having a heart attack at the thought of licking her for the first time. I don’t know if I can keep her quiet for that. I don’t know if I want to.
Moving back up her body, I press my breasts into hers, holding her head in my hands as I grind between her legs. I don’t know why, but I like that she’s worried about them waking up. It’s not that