“Show me, Lake. Show me how you love me.”
It’s permission.
An affirmation.
And it’s enough to quiet the nerves rattling around my head as I roll us and pin her to the mattress, her hair fanned out on my pillows like some kind of angel from above.
“I didn’t think you’d be so nervous,” she hums, taking one of my shaking hands and cupping her breast.
“I can’t believe you’re not,” I retort, leaning down to suck her nipple into my mouth. She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair as she arches up into me.
“It’s been a long time since—ah!” she moans as I pinch the sensitive bud gently between my teeth before moving to the other side and doing it all again. “Since this was fun and?—”
“Ow,” I wince as she yanks my hair. It’s not sexy; it’s solely to get my attention.
“I’m not sorry,” she says, her eyes searching mine, seemingly catching up with theholy shit we’re finally having sex momentI’d been having. “I’ve only been with Carter. And we learned together but it was never great and I need it to be great. I need toe-curling. I need can’t form words or remember my name and then I need you to do it again.”
“No pressure,” I deadpan even though I get it.
“I need this, Lake, and I need it with you, because you’re right—I love you and not like friends, and I need to be loved tonight.”
“I didn’t expect you to say it back, not yet.”
“Loving you is easy.”
“I’ll take care of us.” I murmur, my heart in my throat as her glassy eyes search mine, because this moment is something palpable—something just for us.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Evermore.
20
PEN
I’m strung out on feelings by the time Lake starts kissing his way down my body. He’d stared at me reverently, and I hadn’t known what to do about it because no one had ever looked at me like that. Carter certainly hadn’t.
And maybe it wasn’t his fault. We’d been young and there’d been plenty of fumbling, but it had beenfun.The older we got the more it had become a chore. There was no spark or spice anymore andwas I really going to let that be my life?
I push the thoughts away as Lake’s fingers work open the button on my jeans, his lips pressing hot open-mouthed kisses to the elastic top of my panties, his hands sliding my pants down agonizingly slowly.
“Lake.” His name is a prayer, desperate and needy, because Ireallyneed this—him.
“We only get this first time once,” he murmurs into the apex of my thighs, his breath hot against my center, making me writhe against the sheets. He’s right butGod, this is torture.
It feels like forever, but after kissing and licking,teasingme through the fabric, Lake finally takes my panties off before settling back between my legs. His expression is hungry, his eyeslocked on me as his tongue circles my clit, his hands gripping my ass and holding me exactly where he wants me.
And hedefinitelywants me if the noises he’s making are any indication.
I don’t want to know where Lake learned how to pleasure a woman like this, how he learned how to lick and suck and devour a pussy, because the thought makes me want to rage.
But holy hell, it’s so good.
“Like this,” he asks, licking up my seam and making me arch off the bed, “or inside you?”
“Yes,” I breathe and he chuckles.
