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But I don’t want to think about all that now. For the first time in a long time, my conscience is clear, and my heart is filled with something other than spite. I feel...desire. Excitement. I want to see this grown-up Alexis in her natural habitat. The kitchen she eats in. The bed where she sleeps, if for no other reason than so I can picture her there later while I stroke my dick.
“I’ll have one drink,” I say.
She lets us into the townhouse. It’s got a modern, cozy feel to it. Warm hardwood floors paired with brightly painted walls. A dark-skinned man around Alexis’s age lounges on the sofa. He looks up from his bowl of cereal.
“I’m amazed you lasted this long,” he says, revealing himself to hail from somewhere in the UK. He eyes me with a raised brow. “Who, pray tell, is this?”
“Gavin,” Alexis says, “this is my friend and roommate, Trevor. Trevor, meet Gavin.”
I barely have time to wave to the young man before she’s guiding me toward the stairs.
She leads me to the third floor, which encompasses her private living space, complete with a walk-in closet and attached bath. I’m about to ask her where she works or if she’s still in school when she disappears into her closet, returning a moment later with a bottle of top-shelf whiskey and a shot glass.
“Our other roommate is famous for imbibing and not replacing, so we hide the good stuff in our rooms.”
She pours a shot and hands it to me.
“Wise move.” I swallow the amber liquid, relishing the burn as it flows down my throat. I study the glass before handing it back to her. “Gettysburg, Pennsylvania,” I read aloud.
“Drinking at pubs was the only thing that got me through that family vacation. One of the bartenders let me keep the glass as a souvenir.”
She licks the spot where my mouth touched the glass, and my cock swells.Fuck, she’s perfection, pouring a shot and downing it like a pro.
I take the glass and bottle from her and set them on the bedside table. She gasps as I pull her against me, dark eyes blazing. I study her face and see the birthday girl I used to know staring back at me. She’s wanted this longer than I have, but what I lack in time spent longing, I make up for in present-day urgency.
There’s no way she can want me more than I want her right now. Not a chance in hell.
I claim her mouth in a kiss that steals her breath. She parts her lips to welcome my tongue, and beneath the whiskey burn, I taste her. Sweet and heady. Her arms go around my neck as I run my hands down her sides, mapping the shape of her. Memorizing the route.
“Gavin,” she whispers around my tongue. “I want you.”
My cock throbs as she rolls her hips, grinding her pelvis against me. Before I know it, I’m teasing the back of her skirt up and filling my palms with warm, plump flesh.
“I want you, too, Alexis. So fucking much. But I can’t stay tonight, and I don’t just want to sleep with you and then take off.” I teach my first class at seven a.m. tomorrow, and I still need to finish the syllabus. Everything I need for work is at home.
If I let myself get carried away, I’ll be walking out of here at two in the morning, when I shouldn’t be walking out at all.
“That’s okay,” she says. “I don’t mind if you leave after, as long as you promise to come back.”
I suspect she’s trying to sound nonchalant because I’ve got her body so wound up. If that’s what she’s used to, then she’d better get ready to revise her expectations. Fucking her brains out and then leaving her tender and alone isn’t an option. Not for her, or for us.
How crazy that she’s been back in my life for less than an hour, and I’m already using words likeus.
“I mind, and as keen as I am to get you out of this dress, I want to do this right. That means waiting until I have time to give you the attention you deserve.”
Still, I want to leave her with something to think about while she fingers herself to sleep.
Gathering her dress a few inches higher on her hips, I finally get a look at her panties: black lace to match her black lace dress. She whimpers as I skim my fingers between her legs, finding the fabric soaked. She’s wet for me. The clever, funny, animated girl who used to follow me around Charlestown Beach is all grown up, and she’s wet for me.
I tease her panties aside and let out a low, guttural groan at the sight of her smooth pink lips.
“Where’s your phone?” I ask.
Alexis points to her purse on the floor. I root her phone out of her bag and then hold it out for her to unlock so I can plug my number into it. She gasps as I snap a photo of her pussy.
“Hey.” She reaches for her phone. “What are you doing?”
“Texting the pic to myself so I can add you to my contacts.” I pass her phone back and then rest both hands on her shoulders so she can feel the gravity of the pledge I’m making. “I promise, that photo is for my eyes only. Something to tide me over until I can see you again.”
