She laughed. “I've been wanting to quit.” She shrugged and leaned a hip against the counter before stealing the jar from my hands and swiping a blob onto her finger. She sucked it in her mouth with a flirty smile.
“Stock up on energy, you’re going to need it tonight.” I wrapped my arms around her waist. She pushed her hands in my hair and planted a long, slow kiss on my lips. It was fucking heaven and hell all wrapped in one. My entire body craved her. I craved her intellect, her sex, her smile, her laugh, her eyes--I craved everything about her.
“Take me to your bedroom.” Her warm breath washed over my neck and alighted every nerve in my body. I heaved her into my arms and she locked her legs around my waist, kissing me the entire way to my bed. I laid her down on the fluffy white cotton and hovered above her, peeling her out of her clothes one scrap of fabric at a time, discovering her body as if it were the first time, from the last hair on her head to the tips of her painted toes. My tongue traced down the center of her neck, tasting the sweet spot between her breasts, before ending at her navel, tonguing and tasting her, savoring this moment. I no longer needed to get lost in a book, I needed to get lost in Auburn.
I held my breath as I pressed into her, inch by inch, filling her until she gasped and arched against my taut frame. “Reed,” she moaned as she clutched at my shoulders and locked her ankles around my waist. I moved slowly, but with purpose. I drove her to the edge, lost myself in her body and watched her come to the brink, before slowing again. I relished her for over an hour. I took and took and Auburn gave everything.
“Spend the weekend with me.” I mused a few minutes later once we’d finally come down from our sex-induced high.
“Is that smart?” She turned and curled up under my arm, one fingertip trailing a circle around my erect nipple.
“I don't care.” I caught her hand when she started to blow warm air on the sensitive flesh. She laughed and snuggled into the crook of my arm, settling into the comfort of being together. Her hand was touching me again, running fingertips along the sharp slash of my hip bones and causing my flaccid cock to twitch to life.
“I like the new, carefree Reed.” I grunted and arched my hips reflexively when she ran a palm just close enough to brush my dick. I'd never fucked twice in one session before, much less three times. I wouldn't have even thought it possible before Auburn.
“Good. Say you'll stay.”
She pushed off my lower abdominals with a palm and sat up in bed. “I'll stay on one condition.”
“Name it.”
Her brow furrowed in thought before she continued. “The memoir has been going really well.”
“Okay....” Auburn hadn’t spoken to me much at all about her writing after the initial bout of inspiration at the lighthouse. My mind was working overtime with the possibilities, maybe a To the Lighthouse parallel, but I was too respectful to ask.
“It’s going so well, I think I’d like to publish it. I mean, I’m only twenty-two thousand words in, but it’s turned into a full length novel and I can’t stop writing it. Like, I’m obsessively writing it in the middle of the night. I’ve never written so fast, the ideas just keep flowing.” She was motioning with her hands now.
My smile broadened. “That’s awesome.”
“Yeah. It feels good. But I was thinking…I don’t want to turn it in to you, for the class, I mean.”
“What? Why?”
She wrung her hands together as she spoke. “The thought of anyone else reading it at this stage gives me hives.”
“That’s not really fair.” I cut my eyes to the right to see her. She was watching me now, a look of upset on her face. “Listen, if you don’t want anyone to read it, I respect that, but you're only cheating yourself not getting eyes on it early on.”
“I’m not turning it in.”
I turned to look at her straight on this time and she flashed me an awkward smile as if to ease the tension. It worked. I laughed. “Fine, but I've got a condition for you. You stay this weekend, I won't punish you for refusing to turn it in...unless you want me to?” I quirked an interested eyebrow. She laughed.
“I might be able to agree to those terms,” she twisted her lips, as if pondering my proposal. It made me laugh out loud.
“What?”
“You look like a duck.” She arched one skeptical eyebrow in reply. “The lips, when you scrunched them, it was cute.” I finally ended, realizing I’d shoved my foot in my mouth.
“A cute duck?”
“A sexy as fuck duck.” I grinned and pressed her close to me. Her laugh filled the space–the room, the apartment, my life. I pulled her up to straddle my waist. She looked down at me, dark hair tousled and sex-rumpled, a smile splitting her beautiful, full lips, darks eyes glistening with amusement.