“No, Ma, I’m just that bad at it.” I was hoping my attempt at humor would make a smile appear on Kal’s face.
“I’d be happy to teach him a thing or two,” she finally said, her eyes meeting mine, a small, shy smile on her face. I wanted to walk to her, take her chin in my hand and apologize, then kiss her. But I knew she wouldn’t appreciate that with my mom right next to her. So I settled for mouthing, “Sorry,” at her, and let out a sigh of relief when she winked back at me.
An hour later we were back at the hotel. Kalli had been quiet on the ride there, and even though I wanted to know what was running through her mind, I settled for keeping my hand on her thigh and letting my thumb trail light circles there. I held her hand the entire way up to our room and she was still silent.
“Are you all right?” I finally asked as she walked to her side of the bed and flipped on her lamp. “You’ve been really quiet.”
A weak smile crossed her face as she shrugged off her jacket, laying it over the chair next to the bed. “Just thinking a lot.”
I sat down at the foot of the bed as she walked toward me. “Care to tell me what’s going on in there?” She stopped just in front of me and leaned down, pressing a small kiss against my lips. It was fast and sweet.
“I think I’m going to change into my pajamas real quick. I’ll be right back.” I watched as she rummaged through the small closet that held our bags, then disappeared into the bathroom with a bundle of clothes in her arms.
I let out a loud breath, scrubbing my hands up and down my face. I knew Kalli’s home life hadn’t been great growing up; she’d told me all about her dad leaving, on her birthday no less, and how her mom had to do the job of two parents. If I could have taken back my stupid comment, I would. I felt like a complete jackass for even bringing it up.
I stripped my clothes off and pulled on a pair of flannel lounge pants, then lay down on the bed, waiting for Kalli to come out. I listened as the water ran, imagining her brushing her teeth and doing all the other routine things women did to ready themselves for bed. A few minutes later the door opened.
All I could see was the outline of her body, her hair piled on top of her head, a large t-shirt hanging from one shoulder. She took a step into the bedroom and flipped off the bathroom light, allowing my eyes to adjust and see all of her. My chest tightened when I realized she was wearing one of my t-shirts, one shoulder peeking out of the neck as it draped over her body. My eyes traveled downward, taking her in.
The tightness in my chest eased a little, but the sight of her did all sorts of things to my body. My hands ached to touch her, my eyes roamed her body, wanting to see all of her, and my dick began to swell, filling with need. My eyes made their way down her body and my breath halted when they landed on her calves.
Fuck.
My girl was standing at the foot of the bed in my t-shirt and a pair of tube socks.
“Christ, Kalli,” I groaned. A flirty smile played on her lips and I watched, trying to remain calm and not simply devour her, as she climbed onto the bed and began to seductively crawl toward me.
“I brought the tube socks because I was worried my feet would get cold. But now I think they’re keeping you warmer than me.” Her hands and knees straddled my legs, and damn if my eyes didn’t peek down the neck of her shirt, taking in the sway of her naked breasts beneath the fabric.
When she sat up, she was straddling my hips, my erection fitting snugly between her legs. I knew she had to feel it, I was raging with need, but all she did was continue to smile. My hands automatically came to her bare thighs, squeezing them and pulling down, forcing her body to press against my dick more firmly.
“I wanted to talk to you,” I growled, my hands itching to roam, to feel all of her.
“No, you want to apologize, but it’s unnecessary. My childhood sucked a little. It’s not your problem or your fault. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.” Her hands came to rest on my lower stomach, just above the waistband of my lounge pants. Her hands started slowly sliding up my abs and her eyes followed her fingertips. “All I want, for the rest of the night, is for us both to feel good.”