Page 83 of If the Stars Align

“Yes.”

“I always use condoms with someone new,” he tells me. “But I don’t want to with you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” I say. “It’s okay.”

This isJeremy. I’ve known him for years. He’s my best friend, now.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispers. “You are sensual…and sultry…and sofuckingsexy…” He sighs as he drags his hand up my body to massage my breast. Every stroke of his fingers is confident and self-assured, like he knows exactly what I need, even before I do. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Sunny. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

I look into his eyes, and the intensity of his desire blows me away.

Jeremy, who’s usually so controlled, looks like he might die if he doesn’t have me immediately.

It really turns me on.

I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him even closer to me. “You don’t have to wait anymore, Jeremy.”

Seconds later, he’s reaching for his zipper. Then he pushes inside me just a little.

I’m desperate for more, and I tell him so. But when he gives it to me, I’m shocked.

“Oh my god,” I gasp. My muscles tighten around him.

He stops. “Are you okay?”

I let out a laugh. “Of all the things you brag about, you failed to mentionthis?”

He smirks. “I’ve found that anticipating it usually makes the situation worse. Just try to relax, and it’ll start to feel good. Trust me.”

He says these words sincerely, and I nod, taking a deep breath and letting my body soften. He moves slowly, and I dig my fingernails into his back so I have an outlet for my remaining tension. When I drive my nails up and down his shoulder blades, he groans. “Scratch me as hard as you want—I like it.”

I watch the pleasure on his face as he leans into the pain, and I decide to do the same. We find a rhythm together, and I soon discover Jeremy was right. It does start to feel good. No, better than that.

It’s fucking amazing.

Once Jeremy sees I’m comfortable, it unleashes something in him. He’s wild and unbridled in a way I’ve never experiencedbefore. All I can think about ishimand the things he’s doing to my body. Every unexpected touch is an adrenaline rush that leaves me craving more. More sucking. More scratching. More hair-pulling. More biting. He sinks his teeth into my neck like a fucking vampire, making theTwilightfantasies I know he’d chide me for come true.

Finally, he pins my wrists to the bed, and he thrusts so deep, it makes me shudder with pleasure. He does this over and over until I’m about to come, and then he flips me onto my stomach. He puts all his weight on top of me and pushes into me while he whispers in my ear.

He tells me exactly how long he’s wanted this.

He tells me about all the times he’s imagined this.

About the times he’s pictured me naked and come in his hand.

About the times he’s picturedmewhile coming inside someone else.

His words get dirtier, and my heart beats harder, and my orgasm sends shockwaves through my entire body.

A few minutes later, he finishes.

We lie side by side in his bed and—I can’t help it—I start giggling.

Jeremy raises an eyebrow at me.

“No wonder you’re such a massive prick,” I say, smiling at him.

He laughs and pulls me toward him, into his arms. “I love you,” he says softly. “You know that?”