Infini (Aerial Ethereal #2)(66)

I was with him when he actually struggled at that, and now he does it easily. And his dick is bigger, which shouldn’t be surprising that he hit a growth spurt. It’s been obvious that he’s not a fifteen-year-old boy anymore.

I just soak in the differences. The similarities.

And I’m more satisfied with this new chapter of our lives. If I could rewind time, I’d be with him in that gap of separation, but since I can’t, I hang onto the present.

I crawl beneath the red covers, and the mattress undulates with his weight. Right beside me, he slips under them too, and I peel my panties off my ankles.

Naked.

We’re both naked.

I lie down, head on the pillow. I feel like this is my first time again. I’m just as nervous. It really is a giant redo of our last experience together. Caught behind a costume rack. Horrible.

We ended things one-hundred percent terribly.

Bracing his hand beside my head—and keeping his weight off of me—Luka is above my body, and he uses his knee to break apart my locked legs. Spreading them wide open.

Then he kisses my nose, causing me to smile.

“What are you scared of?” he asks quietly.

I think. And I realize that I don’t have the same fears as I did years ago. “I’m afraid of loving it too much,” I tell him.

His brows furrow. “Why?”

“Because it’s going to end. Someday. One day.”

Luka can’t promise that it won’t end, but his lips meet mine in a full-bodied kiss that lifts my chest up against his. Breathing life into me.

I clutch his biceps, my body reawakening. My ankle rubs his leg, and our tongues tangle. He clasps my cheek with one hand, and when he edges back, our eyes possess each other.

Very tenderly, Luka says, “All I know is what I feel. And I’m in love with you, Bay. Right now. Not just five years ago—but here, today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. It’s forever kind of love, and I’m not letting go. I can’t let go.”

Tears crease the corners of my eyes, and I nod in affirmation, in agreement. Too overcome to speak aloud. I touch my eyes with my finger, and he rubs an escaped tear with his thumb.

I love him beyond recognition. Beyond perception. I love him so fully that it hurts.

I mouth, I love you, and he soaks up the words before he kisses me again. And again. Deeper. Stronger. We wrap up in each other’s limbs, heat brewing.

He pulls me further beneath him so we’re in perfect alignment, and he whispers, “Five.”

Five: sex. He skips number four on my list. Maybe purposefully leaving oral for another time. Because once we do everything on the list, we’re over.

Luka seizes my gaze while he lifts up my hips, just slightly, and inch-by-inch, he slowly fills me. The hairs rise on my arms, his unhurried, agonizing pace striking all of my nerves. I shudder and my legs unconsciously twitch.

I clutch his toned ass that flexes as he thrusts harder into me. OhGod. He starts rocking in and out, and I swear, I see stars. My eyes nearly roll back, breath lodged in my throat.

Luka cups my face and kisses me, forcing me to breathe properly. It’s one of the kindest efforts ever given to me in bed.

I appreciate it, so much so that I grind forward. He meets me, pushing deeper. I moan against his lips, and he smiles—before a grunt catches his throat, aroused. So aroused.

I try to hang onto his body, my limbs tensing up and aching to hit a climax and fall slack. I’m so full. Luka never stops the momentum. Our friction builds more sweat, and he suddenly lifts me up in his arms.

I’m on his lap, my arms draped around his shoulders. Our eyes lock, and gripping my hips, he moves me up and down his shaft.

“Luka,” I cry out, the feelings in my body and heart welling my eyes.

His glass, too, and he presses his forehead to mine, holding the back of my neck with one hand.

My nails dig into his shoulder. “I don’t want to come. Not yet, not yet,” I say in rapid breaths.

Luka kisses me and whispers, “You’re going to come, and it won’t be the last time, Bay.” But he doesn’t specify whether it’ll be from him or someone else.

One more push in and out, and my vision blackens, my body shaking, and my lips part for the millionth time, no noise able to escape. I clench around him, and he reaches an orgasm just as powerful, his body rocking forward. He holds me.

He’s always holding me.

As light returns, I blink—slowly descending this high. We both breathe heavily, and I rest my forehead on his shoulder, my body weakening to mush. I have no energy to lift myself off his cock.

And then my phone rings again.

I stiffen.

He glances over his shoulder, my cell vibrating on the carpet.

Do we look? Do we ruin this? I hesitate. “If it’s serious, your phone would be going off too, right?” I ask him.

“Yeah.” He nods, combing back his damp hair. I feel like he’s trying to assure himself. “We’re good.” No sooner does he finish, and his phone pings with a notification, either text or email or social media. I don’t know which.

I freeze more.

“Ignore that,” he tells me, but my ringer dies out only to start up again. He sighs, resigned and frustrated.

We both know we can’t really ignore it any longer. I rise to my knees, and Luka pulls out.

I slide off the bed, cold air chilling my bare skin. I shiver but hurry to find my phone, buried in my clutch.