Page 227 of The Hookup Experiment


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We're still new, but I already know.

I need her.

A part of me will always need a part of her.

And even if I lose her one day—

I'll always love her.

She'll always be here, with me, in my head and my heart.

But, hey, this is no time to think. There's plenty of time to think later. And, really, getting lost in thought is her thing—

Even if there are a billion considerations—

But right now, I'm not worried where she'll apply to grad school (I'm sure she'll have plenty of choices on where to attend—she's smart as hell) or what that means for us—

Because I know I want to be with her.

And that's bigger than anything.

And this—

This is the perfect way to show her.

I slip my hand between her legs and rub her over her panties.

Her head falls back, rests in the crook of my neck. She groans as I toy with her.

I draw slow circles over her, pressing the soft cotton against her tender skin. Again and again, driving her out of her mind.

So close to what she needs—

But not quite.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Until she's panting and clawing at my thighs.

Then, in one smooth motion, I push her panties aside and bring my fingers to her clit.

She comes quickly, groaning my name, tugging at my jeans.

"More?" I whisper in her ear.

"Fuck me." There's no pretense in her voice. No tease. No patience. Only pure, raw, need.

She shifts off me, pushes her panties to her ankles, does away with her yellow sundress.

Her bra.

She turns away from the camera, so she's facing me, so she's staring right into my eyes.

Those gorgeous dark eyes on fire with need.

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