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We are flush against each other, skin to skin, sweaty, breathing hard. There’s a satisfied daze in her luminous eyes and a little smile on her lips when she lifts her hand and strokes my face.
Dear God, when it’s my time to go, I want to die just like this, next to my favorite person and feeling her touch.
“Did you like it?” I ask her.
“I should be askingyouthat. Well, considering…” Right. “Did you?” Her smile fades a little as she waits for my answer.
I kiss her mouth. “What do you think, Lu?”
I kiss her shoulder next, taking a deep inhale of her. She smells like sex, like us, like me.
“I need more practice to get the feel of it,” I joke, ready to do it again.
She laughs as she buries her face in my chest, her blond hair splayed across my tattoos.
Her breasts brush against my skin.
Myskin.Herbreasts.
I still think it’s a dream.
She peeks at me from under her brows. “To get the feel of it, huh? Can we practice more right now?”
You kidding me? “I was hoping we would.”
She drags her forefinger along my chest, making my skin tingle.
“Jace,” she drawls, “I think that story of you not having done it before is bullshit.”
I lean in to kiss her earlobe, whispering, “Oh, yeah?”
She shrugs me away with a little giggle. “Yeah. I think you are fibbing. You are too good for someone who hasn’t had much practice.”
Roey must’ve been right.
“You know what’s more important than your dick, Jace? Your hands and your mouth.”
“I have a manual,” I say. A little kiss behind her ear makes her shiver in my arms.
“Oh, yeah?” Her fingers slide lower, teasing my shark. She has a thing for it.
I glance down. “Yeah. It’s calledSharki.”
She hides her face in my chest again, and I can’t help teasing her.
“I know all your dirty thoughts, Lu. Look at me.” She peeks at me from under her eyebrows. “I’m so into them. And we are so doing all of it.”
That’s right.
This role reversal is bewildering. I’m ready to give her all I got, and she’s shy. But I know what she thinks about me and how often. I know the feelings that soak every word in her novel. I was a fool thinking she was making it up when in reality, for weeks, she’s been going through the same feelings as me.
I kiss the scarlet blush on her cheeks and let my hands trace her curves. I pull her thigh upward, resting it over my hip, opening her so I can touch her better.
Practice.
My fingers explore between her legs. I’ll perfect this. Maybe I already am, because Lu mewls and presses her breasts to my chest, grinding against my hand.
Is that how addiction works?
