Underneath the Sycamore Tree(64)

“I think,” he whispers, his breath tickling me until I shiver, “that this is beyond us. It makes sense. Probably more sense than anything else.”

“Why?”

“Because we fit together.”

We do?

“Don’t you feel it?” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe.

My chest fills.

My stomach flutters.

Yes, I want to say. I’ve felt it for months.

“I need to get a condom.”





Chapter Thirty-Three





Nerves get the better of me when he’s hovering over me with wandering hands. I’m hyperaware of the foil packet beside us on the mattress, and I know where it goes and what it’s for. I never thought I’d ever see one or experience this though.

“Get out of your head,” he tells me, pushing up to meet my eyes.

My palms rest against his waist. “I can’t help it. I know what’s going to happen and I keep thinking I’m going to mess it up. You know, do something stupid.”

He chuckles, reaching up and brushing hair out of my face. “What do you think you’re going to do?”

“I…” I don’t know.

He kisses me, tasting me slowly, before pulling away slightly. “I promise you’re not going to mess this up. There’s no way you can. So stop overthinking and tell me what you want.”

What I want?

His hands travel down my body leisurely, resting just below my navel. His thumb brushes the elastic of my pajama pants until a heat rises between my legs and makes me squirm. “Where do you feel you want me, Mouse?”

My lips part, then close.

His thumb dips under the band, tracing my skin. “Am I getting close?”

I let out a tiny noise that sounds both desperate and nervous. His lips dip to the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking and licking until I arch into him. He makes an approving noise, but when his hand moves away I protest.

“What do you want, Emery?” he asks against my skin, nipping my collarbone and then my shoulder. “Tell me with words.”

Fluttering my eyelids for a moment, I grasp his soft cotton shirt and pull it up. “I want your shirt off.”

He reaches behind him and yanks it off by the collar, throwing it on the floor. “Done. What else?”

My heart flips in my chest as I trace the slight ripples of his toned stomach. He shivers when I glide my palms up his body, resting them on his shoulders. His skin is soft and warm and flawless. The corded muscles in his arms pop from holding himself up over me, and I trace them too with my finger until his eyes close and his breathing hitches.

I take advantage and sit up on my elbows to initiate the kiss. He’s taken by surprise but quickly returns it, our lips and tongues and breaths dancing and tangling together until I reach for my shirt and start pulling it up too. He helps, slipping it over my head until we’re both bare from the waist up.

His eyes burn my chest as he stares, brushing his knuckles against my breast until I’m shuttering. When I move his hand to cup me fully, I bow up until he’s squeezing me the way I want.

“Touch me,” I whisper, kissing his jaw, neck, anything to feel close to him.

He doesn’t disappoint. Lowering onto his elbows, he shifts so his full attention is on my chest, kneading, kissing, and driving me mad. My nipples pebble under his touch, and when he dips down and takes one in his mouth, I cry out until I’m covering my face with my palms to keep quiet.

“Mm,” he murmurs, tugging on me with his teeth before nipping the side of the same breast. “Remember to keep quiet, Mouse. Wouldn’t want one of our parents to walk in.”

Oh my God. “We need to lock—”

“Already did,” he muses, moving his mouth to the other breast and mimicking his actions until I’m panting and needing him more.

“K-Kaiden.”

He looks up through his lashes. “Yes?”

I cup his face, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip. “Can I…would it be okay if I touched you?”

His eyes heat until they’re puddles of dark chocolate. “You should be more specific. Where is it that you want to touch me exactly?”

Licking my lips, I gather the courage to slowly trail my hand down, down, down his body until it rests just above his shorts. They hang low on his waist. All it would take is just one little movement…

“Fuck,” her murmurs, dropping his forehead on mine. “Your eyes say it all and it’s killing me.”

“Sorry?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t be. You’re hot as hell when you go after what you want.”

Blushing, I tug on his shorts.

“Want me to take them off?” he purrs, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and suckling it.

“Y-Yes.”

“Want to see my cock, Mouse?”

My mouth practically waters as I nod, getting him to let go of my wrist and help me push his shorts down.

Eyes widening when I see him spring out of the nylon material, I can’t help but stare. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t something so big or pink or veiny.

I blink. “Oh, God.”

It twitches. Twitches.

“It moved,” I whisper-hiss.

He laughs, kicking his shorts off until they land on the floor in front of the bed. “Yeah, it’ll do that.”