Shatter (True Believers #4)(8)
Author: Erin McCarthy

But he gripped my thighs and worked me deeper. “Come for me, Kylie.”

I couldn’t have stopped it if there had been a million dollars riding on it. It was big, a swollen wave of pleasure that crashed over me, knocking great gusts of satisfied sound from my mouth. It was epic, lasting long enough to have my eyes fully rolling back.

Then it was over and before I even had time to think or blink or swallow he was between my thighs, arms resting on either side of my shoulders.

“Birth control?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse from moaning.

But then I felt the tip of him just inside me and I shoved his chest. “No, I meant, yes, we need birth control, not that I’m on it.”

“Oh, sorry.” He jerked backward. “Sorry.”

Rolling onto my side I wiggled out from under him and stretched for my purse. I dumped it completely on to my nightstand, desperate to not delay the action too long. Three condoms fell out last, having sunk to the very bottom of my bag, neglected for months. I threw them at Darwin. “Here.”

As I fell back onto the bed and shifted my legs apart again he quickly covered himself with a condom and moved back into position. His glasses had slipped down his nose again but he didn’t seem to notice. For a second he just paused, hovering there, staring down at me. I fought the urge to lift my hips and instead just waited for him.

His jaw worked. “You’re very beautiful.” He bent over me and drew in a breath, deep in my neck, his lips tickling me as he spoke. “I like the way you smell, too.”

Then he gave me a kiss and pushed inside me. It was more than I expected, both physically and otherwise. All his careful prep work had left me super sensitive and very wet and there was none of the usual feeling of tugging, that rough invasion. It just . . . fit. Like he belonged deep there, inside of me, and after five minutes of him stroking in and out easily, I was already halfway to another orgasm.

“That’s it,” he urged me. “You got it.”

For a second I was confused, but then I realized he wanted me to come again. My excitement was exciting him. The comforter was twisted in his grip and his thrusts were coming harder, faster. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and he was pulsing inside me the way a guy does just before he comes. I squeezed my muscles around him and enjoyed the groan of appreciation he gave.

It hit me hard, the second one, like a speeding car hitting a wall. I breathed his name. “Jonathon.”

And I knew after that moment I’d never be able to call him Darwin again.

He was Jonathon.

Jonathon gave one final thrust then came, his teeth gritted.

For at least a minute, we were frozen just like that, our heavy breathing the only sound in the dim room. Then he gripped my hips and rolled me over, on top of him, as he collapsed back onto the bed with a sigh. With him still inside me, I rested my head on his chest and swallowed hard.

“You’re a really good tutor,” I said.

He gave a startled laugh and choked on it. His hand slid over my ass. “God. Professor Kadisch would kill me. After he fired me.”

“Well, I’m sure in the hell not going to tell him.” Jonathon had helped demystify chemistry for me and made me come twice. I had no complaints. I scratched my fingers across his chest and yawned.

He patted his hand around the bed until he found his jeans, which were wadded against the wall. He dug into the pocket and retrieved his phone. “I should probably go. It’s after midnight.”

Holy crap. We’d left the coffeehouse at 9:45. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex for two hours. Okay, like maybe never. No wonder it had been so good. “Wow. I didn’t realize it was so late.”

I shifted off of him and we both gave a little sigh. As he tugged off the condom, he asked, “Do you have a bathroom in here?”

Pointing to the door across from the bed, I nodded.

When he stood up to ditch the condom in the trash can, I watched him walk across the room naked. He had a nice butt. I yawned again and rolled onto my side to face toward the room, making praying hands to prop my head up. I should probably pull my clothes on, but it seemed like too much work. I was comfortable naked and with my body.

After he flushed, he came back and gave me an appreciative glance. “Damn it, I wish we weren’t about to start finals. I’d like to start that all over again instead of studying.”

For a second I thought about suggesting we do it again after finals, then dismissed it. I wasn’t going to throw that out there. Not when I was feeling so yummy and deliciously satisfied. Jonathon gave me a kiss as he leaned over my body to grab his jeans. Better to just leave it alone.

A minute later he was dressed and reaching for his bag. “Let me know if you need any more help studying.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

He pushed up his glasses and for a second I thought he was going to say something else but he just gave me a soft smile and turned and left, holding the door so it closed carefully instead of with a slam.

Rolling onto my back, I sighed, shoving my jeans off the bed with my foot. My vagina was pleasantly sore and I felt more relaxed than I had since, well, The Incident. My phone had fallen onto the nightstand when I had dumped my purse and it buzzed, indicating a text. I wasn’t even tempted to check it. I didn’t want to ruin this feeling, this perfect contentment.

After I slipped under the comforter I drifted off to sleep.

That night I slept better than I had in four months.

CHAPTER FOUR

I left Kylie’s apartment and for a second, just stood in the hallway, shaking my head. What the f**k? Sex with a student I was tutoring? That was a first. And a last. Jesus.

Jogging down the one flight I hit the front door hard, welcoming the cool air on my body. I was still hot from the sex, from the exertion, the arousal, the view of her gorgeous, smooth, naked body, lounging on her bed, looking built for sin. Her expression had just been sweetly satisfied, her smile knowing yet innocent somehow. She was a complete dichotomy.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was twenty-five, goddamn it. I had control over my body. Usually.

Walking fast, I backtracked to the coffee shop and unlocked my car in the parking lot. Tossing my bag on the passenger seat, I adjusted myself and got in. My balls were sticking. For a second, I sat there immobile, brain dead from the memory of seeing her clean-shaven and pierced pu**y for the first time. A f**king crowbar couldn’t have pried me away from her at that point.

Yet it wasn’t just her body. It was her. She was nothing but mixed signals. She dressed in tight jeans and showed cle**age, sporting a tan that couldn’t be natural in November, and she was clearly comfortable being naked. Yet she cried over her stupid boyfriend instead of being angry, and she looked at me with shy, worried eyes, her teeth digging into her bottom lip when I had been walking her through ionic compounds. There was nothing ballsy or brazen about her. It made me intensely curious.