Page 189 of Dream On

And it falls out effortlessly.

“You.”

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“Your bed is really creaky.” I move inside her as candlelight bathes the room in a soft orange glow. We’re buried underneath her white bedcovers, striped with ocean blue, the window cracked open and allowing rain-steeped air to driftinside. Her skin smells like sugar glaze as I drag the tip of my nose along her throat and nibble her earlobe.

“Mmm. It’s, like, forty years old.” Her legs wrap around me, coiling with the covers. She gasps when I nip the soft skin of her neck. “Harder…”

“Any harder and your family is going to kick me out for defiling their daughter.” I pick up the pace a bit, my eyes rolling up when she squeezes her inner muscles, clinching me in a vise. “Is there a lock on your door?”

“It’s broken.”

I reach behind my back to drag the blankets up to my neck. Sweat glistens on our skin, the heat from our two-person cocoon like a sensual furnace. “You know, I totally thought about doing it in your bed.”

Her eyelids flutter open, pupils blown, nearly swallowing the green. “You did?”

“Yeah.” A groan falls out when she grabs my ass beneath the sheets, digging her nails in. “When we were teenagers. Thought maybe we’d make it here at some point.”

Her head cranes back, and her eyes slam shut when I go deeper, hitting a new spot. “I thought about it too.”

Fuck.

I thrust my hips as she moans. My hand brackets her neck, tipping her head back as our chests slide together, bodies in motion. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Lex…”

The mattress creaks louder, and I grip the headboard with one hand to keep it from ramming into the wall. I can tell she’s close. Angling my hips, I lean over her, still clinging to the bed and pumping my hips. When she cries out, I can’t keep the grin from breaking free as I cup a hand around her mouth.

My fingers catch between her lips. She takes one in her mouth and bites down as sweat slicks our skin and our bodies come together faster, harder. I feel her unravel, her walls fluttering and squeezing, taking me right over the edge.

She’s on the pill.

But someday, I think…I hope she’s not.

Collapsing beside her, I throw an arm over my eyes and catch my breath as she curls up beside me and starts tracing little designs on my slick chest.

Bliss.

Pure fucking bliss.

My eyes crack open, and I glance up at the ceiling, alight with partially glowing star stickers. Her room looks almost the same as it did four years ago. The posters, the colorful book spines, the hand-me-down desk topped with notebooks and knickknacks. The only thing missing is the upright piano in the corner. I think about playing it with her. Learning more songs.

A feeling pinches my chest.

Awareness. Knowing.

Stevie kisses my shoulder and snuggles closer. “Is it too late to change my highlight for the day?”

I chuckle, tucking her into the crook of my arm. “Nope.”

“How long did you want to stay?” she wonders, her voice a husky whisper.

“As long as you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. My work commitments can wait.”