Page 16 of My Girl to Use

Her hands find their way back to my shirt, fingers tugging at the fabric, urging me closer. I respond by sliding my hand lower into her panties. My thumb brushes her clit, already swollen and slick. She shudders, her back arching as I press my palm against her pussy, and it’s almost too much to bear.

I pull back just far enough to see her face. I don’t ask. I just wait, my hand still, and let her decide what happens next.

Her hips chase my hand.

That’s all I need. I move again, my fingers sliding through her slit. I slowly slide a finger into her tight channel. She goes rigid for a half second—too tight, too sudden—and I stop dead, letting her body catch up to mine before I move again. She gaspslouder this time, and I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine as my fingers explore.

Her body responds eagerly, arching into my touch. Every stroke drags a sound out of her that she doesn’t seem to know she’s making, and each one goes straight down to my cock. I’m lost in the rhythm of our breaths, the heat rising around us.

She comes undone on a loud moan that I drown out as I kiss her through the whole thing while her body locks and shakes against my hand. Her grip on my shirt goes white-knuckled. She’s not quiet. She’s not careful. For about six seconds, Zora isn’t holding a single thing together, and I would burn the building down to watch it again.

Then, a loud gurgle cuts through the room. We both freeze. For half a second, neither of us moves. Then she pulls back, breathing a little unevenly, her eyes wide as she glances toward Levi. “He’s awake,” she whispers.

I ease my fingers out of her and follow her gaze, watching as Levi kicks his legs happily in the swing, completely unaware of what he just interrupted.

I clear my throat softly, grounding myself in the present. Then, I let out a low breath, dragging a hand down my face before looking back at her. “Timing.”

She lets out a small, breathless laugh, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss. “Yeah…great timing.”

Silence settles between us again, but it’s different now. Thicker. Heavier.

I reach out and tuck her hair back behind her ear, my knuckles grazing her cheek.

She exhales softly, leaning into the touch for a second before catching herself. “This is fast.”

“I know. But I’ve never been this drawn to anyone the way I am with you,” I confess, surprising even myself.

“Me too,” she whispers. Then says, more certain, “But you don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

Her lips twitch slightly at that, like she wants to argue but doesn’t have the energy to.

“Same,” she admits quietly.

I study her for a second, then tilt my head toward the door. “Come over to my place.”

She glances at Levi, then back at me, and I watch her decide against it before she says a word.

“Not tonight.” She says it carefully, like she’s expecting me to push. “He’s finally down, and I’m—” She stops. Starts again. “Not tonight.”

“Okay.”

She blinks. “Okay?”

“Okay.” I pick up my keys off her counter. “Tomorrow, then.”

“That’s not what I—”

“Tomorrow,” I repeat, already at the door. “I’ll cook. You bring him.”

She stands there in the middle of her tiny apartment with her arms crossed, looking at me like I’ve done something to her.

“Fine,” she says. “Tomorrow.”

I let myself out before she can take it back.

Chapter Four