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I think.
I can’t overanalyze what he meant byneeding mewhen he’s half-naked and right in front of me.
He pauses at the edge of the mattress for a few seconds, and then it dips. Heat spreads across my skin like spilled water, steady and never-ending, as he crawls over me, forcing me to lie back down. My thighs spread, creating a space for him right between them. His mouth finds that spot between my shoulder and my neck, pressing a gentle kiss that sends shivers down my spine.
My hands run up his back, feeling the ropes of muscle shift and stretch.
“It’s been a while,” I blurt out.
Hazel eyes are suddenly peering into mine. “How long?”
“A year. Ish.”
“Is that why you were asking your friend about her boyfriend’s dick size?”
“Feel free to never mention that humiliating moment again.”
His laugh shakes the bed, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. He tugs one of my curls straight, then lets it go.
“It’s just like riding a bike,” he tells me.
I laugh.Have I ever laughed in bed with a guy before?I don’t think I have.
“Really? Because I’veneverheard anyone sayIt’s just like having sexbefore.”
“It’s a new saying. I’m working on trademarking it.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll have a lot of luck with that…”
I lose track of what I’m saying when his hand slides up my thigh and teases at the lace of my thong.
“You wet for me, Piper?” Kyle asks it so seriously that the truth spills out without me thinking twice.
“Always.”
He likes that answer because he rewards me. Immediately, I feel the rasp of his calluses brushing across more of my skin. Tugging my dress up and ghosting a finger along the damp material of my underwear. The tease of friction is excruciating as he barely brushes the lace.
I lift my hips, seeking more, and Kyle chuckles.
“So impatient.”
There’s the same affectionate note to his tone I heard when he called me infuriating. I didn’t expect to be lying beneath him when I heard it again.
One yank, and I’m naked from the waist down, rough denim rubbing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
It’s thrilling and terrifying to have Kyle’s whole attention on me.
It’s a shocking contrast to watching him command a stage. To seeing a huge crowd beg for a simple acknowledgment.
I’ve never felt soseen.
He’s hovering above me all of a sudden, rough fingers pulling my thighs farther apart. Soft, teasing kisses soothe the rasp of denim, and I squirm beneath him, the sensation the same unbearable feeling as being tickled.
His tongue is where his fingers just were before I can fully register what’s happening.
My hips lift, silently begging for more. More friction. More pleasure. More pressure. Just…more.
Kyle’s grip tightens on my hips, angling them exactly where and how he wants.
