“Christ, Blaire,” he says, lifting me by the shoulders. “You never run out of ways to blow my fucking mind.”
He turns me and I brace my elbows on the counter and arch my back as he wedges himself between my legs. This time, when he takes me from behind, he glides right into my wet heat like a knife through melting butter. He starts slow, but when I start rocking my weight back as he thrusts, he takes my cue and grasps my hips, pounding himself into me to the hilt.
He’s not wearing protection, and there’s a second that I think about saying something, but he reaches around and finds my clit, and I forget everything but what he’s making me feel. His fingertips stroke to the rhythm of our slapping skin, faster and deeper each time he drives himself into me, and it’s only seconds later that I’m screaming. He goes longer, and the sensation in my belly is firecrackers when you light the pack. Pop! Pop! Pop! One after the other. I come at least five times in thirty seconds and it feels like my whole body seizes.
I sag against the counter when my legs refuse to hold me anymore. He pulls out and lifts me into his arms, carrying me back to his bed. He lays me across it and retrieves a condom, sheathing his rock-hard dick.
I scoot over to make room as he climbs in next to me, then pull him on top of me. “Fuck me more,” I whisper.
He gazes down at me for several beats of my racing heart, then gives me what I want. We kiss and fuck and it’s slow and intense and lazy and crazy and even though he’s not going hard, it reaches deeper into me than anything ever has, pulling at my heart and drawing emotions out of it that I never knew were there.
He kisses my temple and that’s when I realize I’m crying.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear.
I come twice more before he does, but I don’t scream. It feels more like doors of a dusty attic being blown open by the first breeze of spring, just a whoosh through my body that leaves everything clean and new.
And that’s when I realize.
I’m falling in love with Caiden.
“Can you stay?” he asks softly into my hair. “I can’t imagine anything that could make this better except waking up in the morning with you here.”
“Yeah, I can stay.” There have been a few times I’ve stayed at Zoey’s after we’d been out partying, and Mom and Dad never even missed me.
Caiden gets up and goes to the bathroom. He’s back a few minutes later. I slide over and he climbs into the bed next to me. We kiss and touch and I forget the world and just live in Caiden. I wrap myself around him and he tangles his legs into mine.
And that’s exactly where we are when I wake up to the pink of morning light.
A new day. A new life.
One where someone wants me for more than just a few minutes. One where the person whose life I’m tangled into chose to be here.
Chapter 12
Caiden
Blaire’s eyes are alight when she finds me in the library after her presentation. Her whole face glows the same way it does when she’s performing her poetry at Tino’s. She splays her hands on the counter and leans toward me. “Kiss me,” she whispers.
I flash a glance at the room to double check that we’re alone and, Christ? do I want to do as I’m told. I feel her draw like a magnet. But instead I pull a shaky breath. “How was your presentation?”
“Amazing.” A wicked smile curves her lips. “We can celebrate properly when you’re through here.”
The way I’m feeling, like I’m going to break into fucking song or something at any second, I wish with every fiber of my being Friday had been her eighteenth instead of her seventeenth. I don’t want to hide what we have. I want to take her places. I want to spend all my time with her, both in bed and out of it. “Tell me about all this ‘amazing,’” I say to keep us in the present because, looking into her eyes, I feel myself being pulled back to the bliss of waking with her in my arms Saturday morning.
A grin breaks over her face. “I wrote it as a poem and slammed it. It was epic.”
I laugh and give my head a shake. “You seriously did, didn’t you?” She never stops surprising me.
“You bet your sweet ass.”
At her mention of my ass, I can’t stop myself from taking another look around the room to be sure it’s empty. “I’m sure that was a first for Dr. Duncan. What did he say?”
Her grin widens. “That it was brilliant and the other students should take note of my ingenuity.”
I get lost in her darkening whiskey eyes. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“I am,” she says, and God, I want to kiss her.
Instead, I back away a step. “So, you’re done with classes?”
She gives me a funny look. “I’ve got three more weeks before graduation.”
Right. I’m choosing not to think about the fact she’s still in high school. “But you’re done here at Sierra. Berkeley bound next term.”