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“No worries, babe. I’m going to spoil you anyway.”
I place a kiss below her ear, and a shudder runs through her. I know she can’t be cold, and I do it again, grazing my teeth against her delicate skin.
“Stop it.” She elbows me playfully. “You’re a menace.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll show you a menace.”
I tighten my arms around her, peppering her face and neck with kisses while she giggles and attempts to wriggle free.
Her giggles are the sweetest fucking sound.
She falls to the side, rolling onto her back, and I drop on top of her. I can’t remember when I last laughed or smiled this much.
Her body against mine is heaven and hell all at the same time. There’s no way I can hide an erection in these sweatpants, and I know she isn’t giving me relief anytime soon.
It doesn’t help that she’s gazing at me as if I’m some god.
I wasn’t lying when I said I could stare at her for hours, memorizing it all. Thick lashes, freckles, gold flecks surrounded by warm caramel, Cupid’s bow lips…
Reaching up, she runs her finger along the curve of my neck, tracing my tattoo and eliciting goosebumps. “What’s this one?”
Black, rough-sketched wings extend across my shoulders. In the middle, down my spine, is the date of my mother’s death, the day she got her wings—not that I believe in that stuff, not for me, anyhow. With my T-shirt on, Aurora can only glimpse the tips of the feathers.
“They’re wings.”
She purses her lips. “I see that. Do they have meaning?”
“Everything has meaning.”
She takes the hint and doesn’t press further. “They’re beautiful.”
“Thank you. Not nearly as beautiful as you, though.”
Her fingers glide into my hair, and I melt into her.
My dick throbs so hard, I’m a teenager again, touching a girl for the first time. “If you keep doing that, I’ll have no choice but to kiss you.” Now it’s me who’s breathless.
“Maybe I want you to kiss me.”
Her words are barely above a whisper, and I’m on her before they even finish registering in my obsessed brain. I cup the back of her head, and my body surrenders to hers the moment her soft lips meet mine.
I try not to crush her, keeping my weight on my forearms, but every part of me wants to devour her. I deepen the kiss. I can’t get close enough. I’m drunk on her.
She’s addicting.
I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to be inside this girl, and not simply to fuck her. No, I want to be attached to her, know her every move and thought.
My hips shift on their own, grinding my aching cock into her core. She breaks the kiss far too soon. Still wanting more, I trail kisses along her jaw and throat.
Her body tenses, and I sense the moment something changes between us. Her fingers loosen in my hair, and her heart races against mine.
“What’s wrong?” I rest on my elbow to give her space.
“I… ” she falters.
“It’s okay. If you want me to stop, I will. Just tell me.”
I slide my hand under her hoodie to caress her stomach, and she grabs my wrist.