For Her (The Girl I Loved Duet 1)

I brush my tongue gently along her skin and am rewarded with a gasp. She tastes sweeter than I thought, and deep, like everything about her has been concentrated down into this. Finding her clit again, I lick her there.

“Oh,” she says, like she’s surprised that it feels good. So I do it again. And again. I try to find the same rhythm that she showed me with her fingers since that seems to be something she enjoys. But with my tongue.

Amber relaxes, and for even that much, I know that I’m doing something right. I like the way she tastes, and I wasn’t sure I would. But I do, and I want more. I wonder…

I close my mouth over her clit and suck on it like she sucked on me, and her hips jump under my mouth, and she moans. Suddenly Amber’s fingers are in my hair, and she’s gripping, pulling me into her more deeply. “Don’t stop. Please.”

I don’t stop sucking, and I run my tongue over her clit in the middle of it, and her hips move under my mouth, like she’s trying to fuck my mouth, and I have to keep myself from smiling.

Harder, I pull with my mouth and press with my tongue and it doesn’t take long before she’s moaning with every touch. God, those sounds are ones that I’d love to hear forever. They make me hard again, and I wonder if she’ll let me inside her again tonight.

It happens quickly, a gasp and then she’s shaking, a new burst of wetness and flavor in my mouth and pure, raw sounds coming from Amber as she tenses and releases. She sighs when it’s over, and I pull myself up beside her again.

I tuck her into my arms and she’s perfectly relaxed. “That wasn’t so bad,” I joke.

She blushes again. “No, that wasn’t so bad.”

I’m overcome with a wave of exhaustion. “I want to do it again, but I don’t think I’ll stay awake for it.”

Amber giggles. “Me either, though I can think of plenty of time over Christmas break when we might be able to try again.”

“And again, and again…” I say, fading quickly. I let my eyes close and Amber fits herself against me and pulls the covers up over us. Right now, I can’t imagine ever letting go, and I know that the next time I sleep in this bed it’s going to be cold by comparison.

“Christmas break starts tomorrow,” I say, fighting for the last bit of consciousness. “My aunt doesn’t come home till Tuesday. Do you have to go home?”

“I think I might be able to stay.”

“Good,” I say. “That’s good.” And then I fall asleep.

11

Peter

Present

It’s just a sprain. Thank fuck. It’s hard enough directing a television show and keeping control on a set when people are watching your every move and wondering if you’ll ultimately fail. It would be three times as hard with a broken ankle.

But a couple weeks of ice and rest, and it should be good as new. The good news for me is that she’s not allowed to drive. Amber doesn’t think this news is nearly as good as I do.

“You are not going to drive me to and from the set every day.”

“Why not?” I ask, “It’s no big deal.”

Amber scoffs. “Peter Holleman picking me up every morning and then a story about the brand new female director fucking her lead actor? No thank you.”

As much as she’s right, I wouldn’t mind that story. Especially if it were true. But I’m not going to win her over by forcing her into a corner. “At least let me take you home tonight?” I ask. “I’m already here and you’re exhausted.”

She nods. “That’s fine.”

Going to scoot herself into the wheelchair the nurse left, I stop her. There’s no way I’m letting her out of here in that chair when I can carry her. I’m not going to miss a chance to have her that close. Holding her like that, it’s the best feeling in the world. I never thought I’d get that chance again, and even if it were only ever that, I’d want to do it every day.

I scoop her up and I savor her small sound of surprise. “There’s a wheelchair,” she says, even as she’s leaning her head on my shoulder.

“I’m much faster than a wheelchair.”

“And stronger,” she says quietly. I smile at that.

I get her in the car again and boot up the GPS on my phone and hand it to her. “Address?” She puts it in and we start driving. “If I’m not picking you up in the morning, than who is?”

“Gloria.”

Her assistant. That makes sense, and I can’t think of a reason that Gloria wouldn’t pick her up. I’ll have to find another way. Tonight is the first time Amber has shown me any warmth. She’s kept it very professional, and I know it’s by design. She’s pissed at me for what happened when we were young, and she’s terrified that something is going to go wrong on the show and stall out a career that’s just getting started.