Page 155 of Lose You Twice

“Tell me what you want,” I pant. “Tell me.”

“I want you to touch me,” she says, eyes as wild as I feel.

“Where?”

Wren has always been bold. She’s never been afraid of asking for exactly what she wants, and it seems that hasn’t changed.

She stands from the bed, pushing me back slightly. Her gaze never leaves mine as she drops her towel to the floor. “Wherever you want.”

Goddamn. She is perfect. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist. I drink her in; she is still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Well, also the only one I’ve ever seen.

Before I can tear my eyes away from her, she steps closer. “I do think it’s a little unfair that you have that many clothes on, though.”

Reaching back to the collar of my hoodie, I lift it up and over my head in one motion, causing her to laugh.

“Better?” I grin.

“Hmm.” She pretends to think it over before grabbing the hem of my shirt. “Better, but still not quite enough. Arms up.”

She quickly takes my shirt off, her hands roaming my chest as soon as it’s gone.

“There should be a rule about how many muscles a person can have,” she murmurs, bending forward to place a kiss against my chest.

My entire body trembles in response. It’s been so long since anyone has done so much as put their hands on me, and there’s a large difference between being eighteen and twenty-one.

Especially when the person touching me is Wren.

Her lips trail over my chest, soft enough to make every muscle tighten beneath them.

She lifts her gaze. “You okay?”

A breathless laugh leaves me. “I’m more than okay.”

Her hands continue their exploration, her fingers tracing lower, and my stomach tightens beneath her touch.

I catch her wrist, not because I really want her to stop, but if she keeps going, this will turn into more than I want it to. I want this to be about her, not me.

I intend to do exactly that. “You asked me to touch you, so let me.”

Her eyes narrow, though there’s no real irritation behind it. “You’re very smug for someone who was shaking thirty seconds ago.”

I slide my hand around her waist and pull her against me before she can make another comment. Her laugh catches against my mouth when I kiss her, but it disappears quickly, replaced by a small, breathless sound that goes straight through me.

I kiss her slowly this time.

I’ve already lost three years with her, and I refuse to rush through a single second she’s willing to give me now.

My hands move over her carefully, relearning the shape of her, noting every place that makes her breath catch or her fingers tighten against my shoulders.

She feels familiar and entirely new at the same time.

I cup her breasts, flicking over her perfect nipples with my thumbs, eliciting a moan from her that goes straight to my cock.

I push her gently back to the bed and lay her down on the mattress, lacing my fingers with hers and bringing them above her head.

“You gonna tell me where you want me yet?” I ask against her mouth.

“Pretty sure you can find your own way.”