Page 79 of Teach Me How

Her breathing is getting louder and when I start playing with her clit again, a quiet moan tumbles off her lips. I increase pressure and her moan grows louder.

I put a gentle hand over her lips. “Shh. Not a sound.”

Her gaze darkens with heat, and she nods, tightening her arms around me. I fuck her harder, drilling down so that her body is pressed into the mattress. Her quiet moans are muffled in my hand and each one, each sound, sends a thrill through my body.

I make sure she comes first, her hips push up against mine, trembling and jerking as a high cascades through her body. She whimpers as I fuck her through it, but her fingers slide down to my hips and she holds tight. I pick up my pace again and she groans against my hand, biting down, as another aftershock rips through her. The onslaught of her pulsating pussy on my cock is enough to do me in. My entire body tenses up and then I’m coming, pulsating deep inside her.

Her fingers trail up my back, tracing lazy patterns across my skin. She coaxes me to give her some of my weight. I lay over her, loving the way she feels against my body. She tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s sweet and without ulterior motive, our bodies are already sated.

I could probably hold her like this for hours.

In fact, maybe I will.

53.

Reese

I’m sitting in the airport when I get the email.

I punch the air. “Fuck yes.”

An older woman looks up at me from across the waiting area.

“Sorry.” I mouth.

She chuckles to herself and turns her attention back to her book.

I glance over at Skyler. He’s waiting in the world’s slowest line for coffee. At this rate, he may miss our flight. He’s the first person I want to tell the big news, but then my joy immediately fizzles.

He’s the last person I should share this with.

Because if I take this job in Boulder, the job that is quickly becomingthedream job, that means I’m choosing it over him.

Which should be fine. We’re not dating.

We’re not a thing.

But tell that to my silly, clingy heart.

I decide not to tell him, not right away. Because there is one response from him that could be worse than a bruised heart.

And that’s indifference.

If this whirlwind that’s been spiraling between us was one sided, I don’t want to know.

If it was real, I don’t think I want to know that, either. Because what if this is one of those once in a lifetime deals, one of those,the one who go away, type of deals?

The heart can heal. Jonah taught me that lesson. But starting over takes time. Getting ahead, especially as a woman, takes a level head. I put my big, squishy heart on mute and fire off a reply to Michaela. It’s not an acceptance, but a request for more information. And then, by the time Skyler has returned with two coffees, I’ve got my big-girl panties on. I know what I need to do.

He sits next to me, handing me a coffee. “Tastes like an ashtray, but pretend it’s good for me. I worked hard for this coffee.”

“So good.” I wince as I sip the sludge. Setting it by my feet, I hold my phone out for him to see. “What do you think?”

He glances down at Leah’s Instagram profile and looks up at me with an unimpressed expression. “What am I looking at?”

“A person.”

“I can see that.”