as I hold her against my body and walk us toward June’s bed. Her mouth finds my ear and her arms encase my head as she mouths those three words to me again. She straddles my lap as I sit us down, and my hands glide up her sweater, pulling it off in one swift move. She pulls mine off next, and her bra is not far behind.
“June is going to kill you,” I say, chuckling against her mouth as she tugs on the button of my jeans.
My thumbs are already hooked in the waist of her leggings, lowering them over her hips and over her ass as she pushes me down to lay flat on my back. She flips her hair up and her hungry eyes meet mine.
“Let her try,” she hums, a devilish curve accented in her favorite color. Dropping her lips to my chest, she kisses her way down my stomach until she reaches my open pants. My eyes roll back at the sensation of her hand on my hard cock, and when her tongue runs along the tip I nearly pass out.
“What do you want, Tory D’Angelo?” She’s a vixen, her mouth poised over me, tempting me with my own biggest weakness—every man’s thinnest defense.
Knowing the only thing that will truly satisfy me is satisfying her, I sit up and trail my hands to her ass, grabbing the bare skin with a firm grip that makes her gasp.
“I want to be inside you.” I lift her and trade positions, her back now on the bed and her body under my control. She wriggles out of her leggings and panties while I kick off my jeans and search for my wallet to pull out a condom. I tear it open and work it down my length while her knees part, and her trust makes me pause and gaze at her naked flesh. I love how absolutely bold she is with her body. There is no shame in anything she does with me, nor should there be.
She brings her finger to her mouth, biting on it in such an unbelievably seductive way, and I accept the invitation. Lowering myself until our bodies align, I hold my weight up on my elbows so my hands are free to draw gentle lines along her face.
“Goddamn, are you beautiful,” I say, drawing another pale pink smile from her lips. I bite the plump bottom of her mouth teasingly, holding it hostage in my teeth until my own smile makes me lose my grip.
“You’re covered in my lipstick.” She giggles, drawing lines of her own along my shoulders and neck until her palms stop at my jaw.
“Then I’m wearing your favorite color,” I say. Her eyes blink to mine and she stares into them, wordless for several seconds.
“You see me,” she says.
“I do,” I agree, my hands gathering up the soft waves of her hair at the side of her face. I lower my head until it rests on hers, and her eyes close as she hums.
“I love you, Tory D’Angelo.” Her next sound is a sigh of pleasure as I push into her with a slow, deep stroke.
The minutes tick by, and we let them, milking every moment for what it offers. I taste each whimper she makes, kissing her lips raw and tangling her hair in knots around my hands. The party rages on below, the thumping music picking up again to carry on until someone down the road complains. Here, in my best friend’s room, I fall in love for a second time with the same girl I did the first. I fall in love with every touch, with every word, and with each gasp for air we share until our bodies are limp and wrung of energy.
By two in the morning, Abby is fast asleep against my chest, our naked bodies fused together from hunger and passion played out for hours. By three I fall asleep and dream about her. And by four, she’s waking me up to do it all again.
Epilogue
Abby
Keeping us a secret wasn’t easy. I didn’t want to lose a minute of time with Tory before I had to board the plane again, but I also didn’t want to ruin something so fragile and new by throwing it under the microscope of our group of friends. Hayden is the only one who knew, and he promised to keep our relationship to himself until we were ready to welcome more opinions. He believed in us, and