Eager to Learn (Complicity Cycle) Read Online Free

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    In my apartment, showers were a heavenly-scented sanctuary. They weren’t something I had to do, they were something I got to do.
    Over the summer, I’d cultivated a small alchemist’s lab of soaps and shampoos, and all the colorful bottles lined the inset shelf. Jeffery’s AXE looked like a misplaced motor-oil container among them.
    I’d been experimenting with lavender and peppermint. Lavender for the body wash and conditioner, peppermint for the shampoo. Together, they made for a crisp-but-soft aroma that tingled my scalp and made my skin feel like silk.
    The door opened, but I didn’t jump. I’d left it unlocked on purpose.
    There was the jingle of a belt unfastening and the rumple of a shirt and jeans being discarded.
    “Knock, knock,” said Jeffery.
    “Who’s there?” I said.
    Jeffery stepped into the shower completely naked. Water trickled down his skin and the mist caught in his eyelashes. Boys always had the best eyelashes. “Me,” he said, sliding a hand around the soap-slicked small of my back. He pulled me against himself, looked down on me, and kissed me. It was an honest kiss. A no-show kiss.
    I ran my hand down his chest, which was only now starting to get a light dusting of hair. My fingertips crested his abs, falling gently into the subtle gaps between them. Then down further still, where I lightly brushed the base of his shaft.
    “Me who?” I whispered up to him, barely audible over the rush of steaming water.
    “I, uh, didn’t think that far,” he said, smiling self-consciously.
    I loved that smile. I loved that boy.
    I kissed his lips, gently holding him in the palm of my hand as he grew harder. He was, in fact, well-endowed.
    Yes, apartment showers were hands-down better than dorm showers.
    His fingers traced up my spine and to the back of my neck as our mouths interlocked. Then he moved down, kissing me along the curve of my jawline to the hyper-sensitive skin of my neck. He ran his fingertips into my hair, sending chills through me.
    I pulled myself close to him, feeling the architecture of his back with my hands. He might not have been a high school football star, but rock climbing had left his upper body carved and lean. I ran my fingers through his hair as well, urging his head to continue its downward journey.
    He obliged with tongue and lips, dipping into the hollow of my clavicle and down to my left breast, where he hovered over the nipple, warming it with his breath and just—just—barely touching it with the tip of his tongue. A light flick, and then another. His hands rested gently on my hips.
    My fingers dug into the back of his head, and I pulled, wanting him to clamp down. To suck and taste and stroke. He resisted, staying right over my nipple. His eyes closed against the spray of water, the curl of a devious smile at the corner of his mouth. I pulled harder, but he moved on, abandoning the nipple and gliding to the valley between my breasts. His tongue seemed hot and strong against my wet skin, pushing and pushing as it rode up the curve of my right breast all the way up until he reached the nipple, where he hovered again, refusing to let me have even that minor release.
    I clawed the back of his head, using my fingernails this time as he flicked and played. His hand moved to the original, abandoned breast, and though he massaged its softness lightly, he left the nipple unattended.
    I moaned and leaned into him, practically begging as he teased me.
    And then, without warning, he clamped his hot mouth to my nipple. At the same time, he cupped his palm around the other one, and I leaned into him with a gasp.
    I nearly got a little too loud, and I had to reel myself in, aware that Ashley was right in the next room and that the walls were thin.
    Jeffery looked up at me with a quiet laugh, and I pushed him away playfully. Then he stood and guided my hand to his cock, where I gripped him and pulled him close to me. He kissed me, and as he did, he slid a hand down my