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My eyes burn, just like earlier on the riverboat, but I’m not gonna fall apart like an idiot this time. If Duke and I only have one night together, I willnotruin it with snot and heartbreak. Again.
Those things can come tomorrow. I’ll tell Meg I have the flu or something.
“Clementine?”
“I’m here. I’m with you.” My thoughts scatter as Duke sucks on my throat, but I finally remember his question. “They’re, um. My favorites are pink. With little watermelons on them.”
And I feel dumber than a rock admitting that out loud, but Duke groans into my neck like I’m dirty-talkin’.
“So… goddamn… sweet.” He punctuates each word with a rock of his hips, his rigid length rubbing over my bare slit. And even though there’s still fabric between us, even though his boxers have twisted around in a way that can’t be comfy, we both shudder like it’s the best thing we’ve ever felt.
“Clementine. I’m—we don’t have to. But do you want to…?”
“Yes,” I breathe, scratching my nails over his chest. “Oh my god, put it in me. Duke, put it in me.”
And I won’t win any speech making awards, but Duke kisses me like I’m his own personal miracle.
He reaches between us. Tugs his boxers down far enough to free his cock. Presses the head against me, and both our breaths are so loud.
“You ever done this before, Clementine?”
The way Duke asks it—it’s like he’s in pain. He grits the words through his teeth.
“N-no.” I shake my head, and every part of my body is focused on the tiny point of contact where his length prods my slit. My heart bangs like a drum.
Downstairs, something creaks.
We both pause, but the house is silent.
Then Duke looks at me, and for a sickening moment, I think he’s going to stop. That he’ll change his mind about wanting an inexperienced college student in his bed, and send me back downstairs to the guest room. Maybe tell me to try again in a few years time, once I know what I’m doing.
But Duke’s not like that. Of course he’s not. Andwe’renot like that, not so easily put off—we’re both trembling with the effort not to slam into each other like animals.
“I’ll go slowly,” Duke grinds out. “If it hurts… or if I’m too heavy…”
“I’ll tell you, I promise.” My eyes are dry from staring between our bodies, waiting desperately to see us join. And I know there’s a ton of other stuff we could do right now, licking and touching and what-have-you, but Duke and I are on the same page with this.
He needsin.
And I need to feel him as deep as he can go. Nothing else will do.
“Please,” I say as he presses forward, nudging the first inch inside. The sudden width of him steals my breath, and I don’t register the creak on the staircase. “Oh god.Yes. Duke. Please, I want you.”
Footsteps along the hall. We’re both frowning down between our bodies, lost in our own world. Both bare and flushed and rumpled, with no possible excuses for what we’re doing. The pink light of dawn shines through the window, and we’ve done it. Lost track of time.
I hitch my knees around his waist. Duke shoves my sleep shirt up to my collarbone, grunting at my hard, rosy nipples as they point at the ceiling.
He sinks another inch inside me. I sigh.
So good.
The door handle turns. Duke’s bending over me, sucking on my breast, and I watch in horror over his shoulder as Meg bursts into the room, all of our carelessness slamming into me like an eighteen-wheeler.
People say this all the time, but I swear, time slows down. My world falls apart in slow motion.
“Dad, that gator’s back—MY EYES!”
Meg claps a hand over her face, reeling back against the door frame. It’d be funny if it weren’t so awful. The end of everything good in my life.
