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Afterward, she crawls away from my face on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at me as she straddles me with her legs on either side of my face. “What are you doing to me?”
The better question is what is Isabel doing to me? This girl is consuming me, taking possession of everything I am.
And I think I like it.
Isabel
I roll over. Kev’s naked chest is underneath me, and I'm still half-asleep as I listen to the beating of his heart underneath my ear. Mid-morning light streams through the windows in my room.
My bedroom.
Kev.
Shit.
“Oh my God, Kev,” I hiss, unable to hide the panic in my voice. I sit bolt upright in bed. “You need to get back to your room. You fell asleep in here last night.”
Kev groans as he rolls over and pulls me against his hardness. “Mmm-hmm,” he says. His fingers find their way down my stomach and between my legs. “Just five more minutes.”
“No,” I insist. “Seriously. Nathaniel is going to realize you’re not in your room.”
“Killjoy,” he says, slapping me on the ass before he slides out of bed.
“We’re getting too comfortable,” I call to his retreating form as he disappears into the bathroom.
We’re getting way too comfortable, far too blatant in our sneaking around. It’s one thing to be hooking up the way we’ve been, but spending the night? That’s just dangerous.
It’s an unacceptable risk.
Kev ambles slowly across the bedroom to pick up his pants and shirt from the floor. He doesn’t appear the least bit concerned about being caught wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday, doing a royal walk of shame back to his room, even if it’s through the secret passageway. “You worry too much,” he says.
“You don’t worry enough.”
“Life is too short to worry,” he says. “In fact, I have something that might ease your anxiety.”
“That is not going to help my anxiety,” I say, laughing as he walks to the bed and starts to climb on top of me. I push playfully at his chest. “You’re going to get us in trouble. That doesn’t help me feel less anxious.”
“No?” he asks, bringing his mouth to a spot just below my ear. A chill runs up my spine at his touch, my body immediately sensitive.
“Definitely not.”
“Then I must not be doing it right,” he says, trailing kisses down the side of my neck before his warm mouth finds my breast. He presses his tongue against my nipple, and it hardens immediately at the sensation. “Oh, and by the way, you should make sure to forget your panties under your skirt at the charity event tonight.”
Heat surges through my body at the thought of being with Kev again at a public event. “No vibrators this time,” I whisper.
Kev’s hand finds its way between my legs, and he murmurs his approval at my wetness. Of course, that shouldn’t be surprising to him. He has an uncanny ability to turn me on with a mere glance, to evoke a response from my body with a word. “I can promise there won’t be any vibrators, luv,” he says.
He slides easily inside me and I let my eyes close for just a moment, savoring the feeling of his bare cock, the coolness of his metal piercing before it warms with my heat. “No vibrator means you have something else up your sleeve,” I say, my words punctuated with sharp intakes of breath as he thrusts slowly.
“I’m not sure what you mean, luv,” he says, the trace of a smile on his lips. “I’m offended that you think I’d do something inappropriate to you at your own charity event.”
“I’m…” I start, but lose track of what I’m saying as he thrusts deeply inside me, sending waves of pleasure rushing through me.
“What, luv?” he asks, his eyes on mine as he does it again, his movements slow.
“I…can’t remember.” Whatever I was going to say doesn’t matter, not when he’s doing what he’s doing with his cock.
“Good,” he says. “Rendering you speechless is the best part of my day.”
And that’s what he does. He fucks me slowly and leisurely, like he has nowhere else to go and as if there’s no one else in the world but us. He fucks me tenderly, his mouth on mine, his tongue exploring me like it’s the first time he’s kissed me.
And when I’m close to the edge, just about to crash over, I think this is what it’s like to be comfortable with someone.
This is what it means to be at ease, to be able to let go.
This is happiness.
Afterward, I breathe in Kev’s scent, trying to etch it on my brain. Because, I know, without a doubt, that this is too comfortable.
I’m too happy, holed up in my own little world with Kev, sneaking around underneath everyone’s noses. And happiness like that, the kind I have right now, is fleeting. It doesn’t last.
What’s happening with Kev can’t last. Our parents will be married by the Fall. And by the Fall, Kev and I have to be over.
I’ve known it all along. Except now, it suddenly makes me sad.
