“I don’t—” she pants, swallowing hard. “I just want you. I want to make you come.”
I cup her jaw, trying to read her, but she pulls me down into another kiss, deep and desperate. Her legs lock around my waist as she arches into me.
“Please,” she whispers against my lips. “Don’t stop.”
Pleasure floods through every nerve and I reach between us, sweeping my thumb over her.
She murmurs my name into my ear like a chant, soft and breathless, and it undoes me completely. I fall apart with a groan against her mouth, spilling into the condom as everything inside me shatters. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in and letting the moment take me under.
Our hearts are still racing when I collapse against her, pressing soft kisses into her hair, across her cheeks, on her swollen redlips—every inch I can reach without breaking the spell. She’s panting, skin flushed, eyes glassy, and so fucking beautiful it hurts. My thumbs brush gently over her damp cheeks, grounding me in the softness of her.
“You okay?”
She nods, breathless. “Mhm. Are you?”
A chuckle escapes my lips. She doesn’t even know it—how she’s stripping away every layer of me. How her eyes alone have me on my knees in the palm of her hand.
This isn’t just sex.It’s her.I think it’s always been her. And if this ruins me, then I want to be ruined by her.
We lay there together, her fingertips drawing lazy circles on my arm, and I wish it didn’t have to end. I wish we could stay here forever.
Somewhere in the background, music hums. I want to remember it. Every note. Every detail of this night. Even if it’s temporary.Especiallybecause it’s temporary. Because eventually, all that will remain is my memory of what this was.
I tip my head to hear the music better. “What’s this song?”
She blinks up at me, still dazed. “It’s called ‘Fade Into You.’ Why?”
“I like it.”
I kiss her slowly, savoring her as I pull away. Everything feels perfect. I can’t stop grinning like an idiot as I silently pass her the clothes we recklessly tossed aside.
But our perfect bubble pops when I look down—and everything tilts until all I see is red.
Red streaks across the condom. Smeared onto me. Staining the blanket beneath us.
My brain blanks. My hands are frozen at my sides. My breath locks in my throat. I can’t process what I’m seeing.
But there’s no mistaking it.
Blood.
The truth sinks into my chest, slowly trickling down my spine.
She was a virgin.
She hasn’t noticed, tugging her sweater back over her head like nothing’s changed. Like I didn’t just take something that never should’ve belonged to me.
The girl I just fucked into the blanket in the bed of my truck—the girl Ithoughthad already—this is too much.
A hollow ache spreads through me. My stomach drops. My world bottoms out beneath me and my breath leaves my body in one sharp, sickening rush.
And all I can manage—
“What the fuck?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SADIE
