This is what I need.
His body and mine and nothing else.
I was wrong before. I didn't need to rediscover my body before my test. The test itself is nothing. It's the results.
I need to find bliss now.
If I'm sick again, that's it. No more trying to forgive my body. No more waiting around while everyone watches me disappear. No more waiting, period.
This is my time.
I have to seize it.
Carpe fucking diem.
I'm a cliché, but I don't care.
Not right now. Not when I'm here.
I drag my fingertips down Dean's sculpted torso. Below his belly button. To that soft tuft of hairs.
My fingers curl into the waistband of his jeans.
I undo the button. The zipper. Go to push them off his hips.
His fingers curl around my wrist. "On your back." He climbs onto the bed next to me. Brings his hand to my cheek. "I need to be inside of you."
"I need to kiss you." I climb into his lap. One hand goes to his light hair. The other goes to his back.
My fingers dig into his skin as I bring my lips to his.
I suck on his bottom lip softly. Then harder.
He scrapes his teeth against my top lip.
His hands slip beneath my tank top. They go right to my breasts.
He traces the outline of my bra again and again.
His tongue slides into my mouth.
His thumbs slip into my bra.
He toys with my nipples as he kisses me.
I shift my hips, swing a leg over his so I'm straddling him.
He's hard under me. Even with our jeans in the way, I can feel him.
I grind against him, so my clit is rubbing against his length.
Fuck.
That's intense.
Pleasure pools between my legs. Every brush of his thumbs sends a pang of lust straight to my core.
My nails dig into his skin. My tongue dances with his.