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I laughed. I couldn't help it, he was funny. And I was ridiculous. Somehow we fit together.

"I'll take that as a no, you're not going to freak out."

He sat up and his hands moved faster than I'd ever seen him move before. He dragged my hoodie up my body, my arms went up with it, thenswoosh,it was gone. He tossed it aside and I was too busy being impressed by his smooth move to be concerned about ghosts or where the hell my clothes were going. He wasted no time in getting my shirt off and it followed the hoodie, going somewhere I did not know. Nor did I care.

My bra stayed in place, and I knew he left it for me because he didn't want to make me uncomfortable in any way. Tyson could be very sweet.

The blanket remained over us, but I didn't think it would matter because his body gave off so much heat his skin practically scorched mine everywhere he touched me.

His hand slid up my side and his mouth came back to mine. We kissed and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. One hand slid up his back, past his shoulders, and up the back of his neck. I pulled the hair tie out and slid my fingers through his long, soft hair. I sighed happily. I could never resist running my fingers through his hair whenever the opportunity arose.

My fingernails scraped lightly against his scalp and he moaned into my mouth. He tore his lips from mine, breaking the kiss while he hummed in the back of his throat. Greedily, his lips ate up my skin as they made their way down my throat, kissing, biting, sucking, licking. I shivered in delight as my nipples hardened and I felt myself begin to get wet in my special girl place between my thighs.

He pushed the cup of my bra down and his mouth latched onto my nipple, and he sucked hard and deep.

I groaned as my hands left his hair and slid back down. My back left the blanket as I arched my chest, trying to get as close to him as I possibly could.

He hummed again, sounding happy, and the noise vibrated against my nipple, sending a delicious tingle straight down, making me squirm and rub my thighs together in need.

It was time. I didn't care where we were anymore or who—ghosts!—might be watching. Tyson and I had fooled around a lot, but for whatever reason we'd held off on taking that last step. I hadn't worried about this because our relationship was always solid, and I knew it would happen eventually. Looked like that time was now, or I was going to make that time now. Tyson would give it to me because he always gave me what I wanted. And if he didn't, I'd take it for myself and he'd let me do that too.

He was the bestest best friendever.

My hands dipped under his hoodie and shirt and I smoothed them across his deliciously hot and hard skin. My fingers splayed wide and I scraped my fingernails lightly up his back as I dragged his clothing up.

I felt his shiver right before he sat up. His hands went to the back of his hoodie and he yanked it up his body. He whipped it off and tossed it to the side. He pulled the same move with his t-shirt, and then that was gone too.

Nothing but delicious, warm skin for me to feast on.

Nice. So damn nice.

My greedy fingers trailed down his back, around his hips, and up his ribs. I couldn't get enough of the feel of his skin. It was intoxicating.

Tyson moved down my body, leaving kisses everywhere his mouth landed, nipping at my stomach as his tongue flicked out, tasting me.

I trembled beneath his touch as his fingers fumbled with my belt. He got it unbuckled, the button on my pants undone, and the zipper went down. His hand moved in almost immediately, sliding inside my panties. His fingers slipped through my wetness and my hips jerked.

"Yes," I whispered huskily. "Keep going."

Don't ever stop.

I felt his lips smile where they were pressed against my skin.

He found my clit and circled it relentlessly. One of my hands left his skin and dropped down to where his hand was. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. Not to pull him away, but in order to hold him in place and keep him there.

His finger left my clit and I whimpered, "Please."

His finger slid inside and my back arched off the blanket. "Yes," I moaned, no longer upset about him abandoning my clit. This was good too. Definitely.

He slid another finger inside and began pumping them in and out of me. My hips moved with each thrust, chasing after his fingers and the happy tingles they were creating.

He came back to me and his mouth came back to mine. My lips were already parted, waiting for him. His tongue thrust into my mouth and his thumb brushed against my clit. He kissed me wet, deep, and with an extreme amount of urgency.

I felt myself clench around his fingers and it hit me. It was huge, shattering me apart. My nails dug into his wrist as my legs shook, my body trembled, and I turned my head away from him, breaking the kiss. I cried out as my orgasm tore its way through me.

Tyson buried his face in my neck as he held himself still against me. "Damn, girl," he murmured against my throat. "I love it when you come apart for me. It feels fucking great."

Yeah, he was absolutely right. It felt fucking great. But I knew what would feel a whole lot better.